As it is Palm Sunday tomorrow, a suitably themed poem:
Palm Sunday
"Hosanna" is the cry, as the man comes this way,
Seating upon a donkey, coming slowly, gentle sway;
And they greet this man with palms in hand,
Perhaps thinking that he will restore their land;
Palms of victory, declaring the advent of the king,
Palms of victory, in such rejoicing they do sing;
But only he knows that he will be crowned indeed;
Only he knows what crown will be decreed;
The ancient prophecy he is now making true:
Sadness in this time of joy so well he knew.
1956: Ph'lip se r'souvent.
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*Ph'lip se r'souvent.*
Moussieu l'Editeu,
Au qu'mench'ment d'la s'maine, j'print ma frouque et j'm'en fut vais si mes
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