Entropy: A Glossary (1)

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Here is an attempt to explain a few possibly obscure or enigmatic references.



Heroes’ Gate at Kiev:  <A HREF="http://mfile.akamai.com/6538/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/268/31268_1_10.ram?obj=v20202">
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An aubade is a song of the dawn, usually linked with the motif of waking 
lovers and their reluctant parting. An example is John Donne’s “The Sun 
Rising” (1633), which begins this way: 



Busy old fool, unruly sun,

Why dost thou thus,

Through windows and through curtains call on us?

Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?



William Shakespeare:

 

Aubade



HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,

And Phoebus ‘gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes:

With everything that pretty bin,

My lady sweet, arise!

Arise, arise!



Callisto:  <A HREF="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/c/callisto.html">http://www.pantheon.org/articles/c/callisto.html</A>

Poincianas:  Delonix regia; indigenous to Madagascar, similar to blue 
Jacaranda, hardy to 25°F (-3°C), needs more protection when young, is likely 
to lose its leaves when the temperature approaches freezing.
Synonym: Poinciana regia, Caesalpinia regia
family: Fabaceae  
<A HREF="http://mgonline.com/royalp.html">http://mgonline.com/royalp.html</A>



“Poinciana”

as recorded by Frank Sinatra



Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love

Pale moon is casting shadows from above



Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat

Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat.



Love is everywhere; its magic perfume fills the air.

To and fro you sway, my heart’s in time, I’ve learned to care!



Poinciana, from now until the dawning day,

I’ll learn to love forever, come what may



Love is everywhere; its magic perfume fills the air.

To and fro you sway, my heart’s in time, I’ve learned to care!



Poinciana, from now until the dawning day,

I’ll learn to love forever, come what may.



Poinciana!
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