The title of today's post is a reference to an old English carol, a setting of which I know from high school chorus. I only remembered the first verse and chorus, although it turns out to have a lot of verses relating to the life of Jesus (not sure those were in the choral setting we did or not) - I'm betting Anne Marie Pace probably sang this too, so maybe she'll remember. Anyhoo, here's
a link to a YouTube performance if you're interested in the tune:
Tomorrow shall be my dancing day;
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance;
Chorus
Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love.
But I digress.
Tomorrow, in addition to marking another year of life completed (or another begun, if one is inclined to half-full glasses), is the start of National Poetry Month. As I did last year, I'll be presenting a poem a day in the month of April, picking up on last year's
Build Your Own Poetry Collection notion. Last year, I ended up posting thirty-three poems with analysis. Those were not pre-written or pre-determined posts, but basically went day to day, something I'll be repeating this year. Which means that at the present moment, I have not selected tomorrow's poem. I believe, however, that I shall follow the same modus operandi as last year and allow way to lead on to way (thank you, Mr. Frost, for that analogy), allowing each poem to trigger the next. And I believe I'll use "Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day" as my trigger for tomorrow's selection. I wonder what it shall be? (No. Really. I wonder. It will be as much a surprise to me as to you.)
I anticipate having a fair number of book reviews (oh the poetry collections you'll read about!) next month as well, since I have several collections read and ready to go, and several more to read.
Meanwhile,
Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love.