What, then, might we expect, the year of twenty seventeen
The atmosphere of politics has gone from mean to mean
There is no evidence so far that next year will be better
Political uncertainty, Trumpism full unfettered
Like Hyde and Jekyll Trump is double personalities
Tweetle Trump and Twistle Trump depending whom to please
Trump tweets most in the early morn, to please his base support
Then later twists his words around to please the Press reports
Uncertainty in world affairs, uncertainty at home
Since Truth and Trump don’t get along, there’s no one in the know
So buckle seat-belts tight next year, ’twill be a Trumpy ride
Be that as may, I wish you joy with politics aside
12/29/16
Speaking of the New Year, here’s a poem that sort of captures some feelings now (albeit it’s a lot less cold in Washington now than in the poem):
Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44325
The Darkling Thrush
BY THOMAS HARDY
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
The year 2017 in Tibetan Numerology is a “1” which is the number for beginnings. Last year was a “9” which is the number for endings. We are leaving one era and starting another. I doubt anything will ever be the same and the “Trumpy ride” language says it beautifully.
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