wring out the clothes, wring in the dew
if you encounter tennyson's wild bells this week, you might consider the old poem to be especially appropriate for ringing out 2007.
nah, that's just good poetry. i felt the same thing when i first encountered these words twenty years ago and, no doubt, i'll probably feel the same revisiting them twenty years hence.
but tonight, for some reason, i'm reading "ring out" as "wring out." instead of tennyson's wild bells, i'm seeing a white five-gallon bucket, full of warm soapy water. instead of his valiant man, i'm seeing a good heavy-duty washrag, grey and gritty from hard use. so maybe a good dousing and twisting is what i'm after this season -- to wring out the grey and grit and wring in some fresh clean water.
I. ring out, wild bells from In Memoriam
by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
II. New Year's Day
by Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.