I approach the augur

He calmly observes:

 

the juvenile and ruminative bearing

–  blossoms of ancient oak alike –

 

“light Spring in the West

foreshadowing monsoons in the East;

a cloudburst precedes the season of fecundity;

from the easiness of her manner water will overflow

and conceive;

 

be willing to read in the ironies of time

both the fatal and the prolific

 

Death is a brotherhood.”

 

 

My attempt for:

http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/04/just-say-what-you-dont-mean-irony/

although I’m aware that the irony in this piece isn’t very clear

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