It's Spring!

The flowers are blooming and we have a wonderful collection of Spring poems for you!





FEUERZAUBER BY LOUIS UNTERMEYER

I never knew the earth had so much gold— The fields run over with it, and this hill Hoary and old, Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.


Such golden fires, such yellow—lo, how good This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God! This fringe of wood, Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.

You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see Your face grow mystical, as on that night You turned to me, And all the trembling world—and you—were white.

Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb; The fields absorb you, color you entire . . . And you become A goddess standing in a world of fire!



TO DAFFODILS BY ROBERT HERRICK

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.



SONG : SPRING BY WILLAIM SHAKESPEARE

(from Love's Labours Lost)

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;

Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he,

Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!



[IN JUST-] BY E.E. CUMMINGS


in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee


MAY BY JONATHAN GALASSI


The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon, takes on a used-up, feather-duster look within a week.

The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign sends red feelers out and up and down to find the sun.

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool, brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch soft to the touch

and rank with interface of rut and rot. The month after the month they say is cruel is and is not.




DAFFODILS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:


For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.




We hope you enjoyed our lovely spring poems! If you have any to recommend, go ahead and tell us in the comments!

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