March, Soldier


For those of you who don't know the drill, here it is:

Post your favorite quote or lyric (and its source) that has the word "March" (the month, not the verb or noun; e.g. "Beware the Ides of March") in the comments. The winner gets their quote posted in the title bar of the main page and their website linked at the top of the permalink list for the entire month.

Any questions?


Stupid Smarch weather!

"Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

I thought about picking out just one, but I figured you could just grab whatever animal you liked out of the John Belushi March weather skit:

Chevy Chase:
Last week we made the comment that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Now here to reply is our chief meteorologist, John Belushi, with a seasonal report.

John Belushi:
Thank you Chevy. Well, another winter is almost over and March true to form has come in like a lion, and hopefully will go out like a lamb. At least that's how March works here in the United States.

But did you know that March behaves differently in other countries? In Norway, for example, March comes in like a polar bear and goes out like a walrus. Or, take the case of Honduras where March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a salt marsh harvest mouse.

Let's compare this to the Maldive Islands where March comes in like a wildebeest and goes out like an ant. A tiny, little ant about this big.

[holds thumb and index fingers a small distance apart]

Unlike the Malay Peninsula where March comes in like a worm-eating fernbird and goes out like a worm-eating fernbird. In fact, their whole year is like a worm-eating fernbird.

Or consider the Republic of South Africa where March comes in like a lion and goes out like a different lion. Like one has a mane, and one doesn't have a mane. Or in certain parts of South America where March swims in like a sea otter, and then it slithers out like a giant anaconda.

There you can buy land real cheap, you know. And there's a country where March hops in like a kangaroo, and stays a kangaroo for a while, and then it becomes a slightly smaller kangaroo. Then, then, then for a couple of days it's sort of a cross between a, a frilled lizard and a common house cat.

[Chevy Chase tries to interrupt him]

Wait wait wait wait. Then it changes back into a smaller kangaroo, and then it goes out like a, like a wild dingo. Now, now, and it's not Australia! Now, now, you'd think it would be Australia, but it's not!

[Chevy Chase tries to interrupt him]

Now look, pal! I know a country where March comes in like an emu and goes out like a tapir. And they don't even know what it means! All right? Now listen, there are nine different countries, where March comes in like a frog, and goes out like a golden retriever. But that- that's not the weird part! No, no, the weird part is, is the frog. The frog- The weird part is-

[has seizure and falls off chair]

Q. Why did the French plant trees along the Champs Elysees? A. So the Germans
could march in the shade.

Some more Wallace Stevens:


At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.

He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.

Nice, nice. Of course I didn't get very far with Stevens last month, so I decided to try a different direction this time...

heh, Linus. I think your entry should win this time. I vote for Linus! I was going to quote an obscure Polish poet, but it was all a bit *too* obscure, gnomesane?

I should point out that I used the Emerson quote last year.

February was so long that it lasted into March and found us walking a path alone together.
-Dar Williams

Aha. Well, back to the drawing board on the Emerson quote...

On a slightly different course, there's this:

“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. - Lewis Carroll

I said March you little worm. Don't look at me. Don't you dare look at me, or I'll whip your thin hide off. You'd like that wouldn't you? WOULDN'T YOU?! Now March!

- Mistress Beatrix, overheard at 12:34pm, Tuesday February 24, 2004, at the Bronx Zoo

"Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and Take the winds of March with beauty," - Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale, Act IV, Scene iii, line 118

"More black than ashbuds in the front of March," - Tennyson, The Gardner's Daughter

"It's March Madness, BABY!" - Dick Vitale, ESPN

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