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Ron Singer
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Spring, Like Fall
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Spring, like fall, ought to have an alias.
“Jump” and “bounce” are quick, but marginal.
Suppose each season had two syllables:
Winter, Summer, Autumn, Springing,
Equitable. Euphonious.
If taste is luck,the Italians have it all
(not to gainsay their over-the-top singing).
For a taste of Spring, try Vivaldi
--melting snow, cascading rise and fall—
or else, the four seasonings: oregano,
cilantro, and all.
Let’s borrow Primavera, then.
Four syllables, like seasons,
to compensate for centuries of one.
Four syllables, seasons; the symmetry pleases.
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Ron Singer (left-handed)
trawls the genres: poetry, fiction, satire, journalism (about Africa),
and drama (including librettos for two performed operas). In addition
to having enjoyed many mag and e-zine publications, he wrote the
Introduction to Thackeray’s Vanity Fair (Bantam). His chapbook, A
Voice for My Grandmother, was published inNovember 2006 and has far
been reviewed six times, and is about to go into asecond printing. His
Essay-Review, "O ti Lo Wa Ju ('You Have Gone Past
All'): The Caine Prize for African Writing," is in the Summer issue of
The Georgia Review, and three of his poems will be included in the
Anthology, Poetic Voices Without Borders-2 (PVWB 2, Gival Press).
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