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Apr 27, 2014 13:53:23 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 27, 2014 13:53:23 GMT -5
‘How abundant the flowers this spring!’
Mairamkan Abylkasimova
How abundant the flowers this spring! Many the tulips, yellow and red!” How luxurious the grasses this spring! Copious rains have stood them good stead.
Spring has again raised spirits high. Over the meadows I wish to fling. Once again in love am I! Once again of this I sing!
I feel hot joy within me spread. I wish to drink of water cool. Again I feel a flame in my head. Again I have become a fool.
The raindrops on grassblades reflect every ray! See, how each welcoming smile is bright! Seems that the world has been born today. See, how everything’s flooded with light!
This a year of abundance will be. See, the djigits give the horses their heads. Tall on the hillside grows many a tree, That will be made into babies’ beds!
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Apr 27, 2014 13:54:13 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 27, 2014 13:54:13 GMT -5
Late Spring Li Ch’ing-Chao Wind stopped earth smelling of fallen blossoms Day almost over Too weary to comb my hair His belongings here He here no longer Everything useless Before I can say a word tears flow first At Twin Stream they say the spring still beautiful I too would like to go rowing in a light boat but I’m afraid that little boat on Twin Stream would not carry so much sorrow!
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Apr 27, 2014 13:54:26 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 27, 2014 13:54:26 GMT -5
Earth wants to sing Jo Schultz Earth wants to sing of growing beauty, but she’s a little hoarse as yet.
There’s rheumatism in that creaking yew tree.
But far from these buds blossoms will spring. The star band’s jazzing it Birch trees swing.
Down in the humus one worm thing asks his companion: What will you be? The other says in accents dry: I’ll fly.
A crouching crocus waits to be found. Sun tries with sunbeams cunning a portrait of the summer that’s a-comin’...
Meaning: don’t be shy. Come up from underground, Earth wants to sing!
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Apr 28, 2014 5:25:22 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 28, 2014 5:25:22 GMT -5
First day of spring Reiner Kunze Woman I watch you cleaning windows.
And the sky, the shimmering bird, will fall into your glassy traps till evening till his inflamed eye burns out, the grey blinded bird, the black bird, whose yellow eye sees you naked/
Woman I watch you cleaning windows
In the evening they’ll pass on the light like good words like words ashamed like intimate words like involuntary words
Woman I watch you cleaning windows
And all the windows are crossing themselves to keep the rain-o’-thousand tails from whipping the panes this one night
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Apr 28, 2014 5:26:10 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 28, 2014 5:26:10 GMT -5
Springtime Chorus Zaki Nuri While Nature revels and rejoices, While birds try out their vernal voices, The busy tractors rumble in the field. They roll along beyond the village On the rejuvenated tillage Where yesterday the snow lay like a shield.
Inspired and gladdened by the chorus That fills the whole great world before us, We peasant-folk the golden seed prepare For which our Mother Earth lies waiting, Again as fair and captivating, As beautiful as springtime, green and fair.
After a while refreshing showers Will rouse the damp soil’s dormant powers And wheat-stalks will extend towards the skies. But that will happen in the summer, While now the Spring is a newcomer, And forests from their winter sleep arise.
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Apr 28, 2014 5:26:36 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 28, 2014 5:26:36 GMT -5
In a Spring Grove
William Allingham
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn, Gray ash, and beech with rusty leaves outworn. Here, too the darting linnet hath her nest In the blue-lustred holly, never shorn, Whose partner cheers her little brooding breast, Piping from some near bough. O simple song! O cistern deep of that harmonious rillet, And these fair juicy stems that climb and throng The vernal world, and unexhausted seas Of flowing life, and soul that asks to fill it, Each and all of these,--and more, and more than these!
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Apr 28, 2014 5:27:23 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 28, 2014 5:27:23 GMT -5
April's Charms
William Henry Davies
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies; When I can hear the small woodpecker ring Time on a tree for all the birds that sing; And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long -- The simple bird that thinks two notes a song; When I can hear the woodland brook, that could Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood; Upon these banks the violets make their home, And let a few small strawberry vlossoms come: When I go forth on such a pleasant day, One breath outdoors takes all my cares away; It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.
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Apr 29, 2014 9:05:19 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 29, 2014 9:05:19 GMT -5
Farewell frost, or welcome spring
Robert Herrick
Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw'd are the snows; and now the lusty Spring Gives to each mead a neat enamelling; The palms put forth their gems, and every tree Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry. The while the Daulian minstrel sweetly sings With warbling notes her Terean sufferings. --What gentle winds perspire! as if here Never had been the northern plunderer To strip the trees and fields, to their distress, Leaving them to a pitied nakedness. And look how when a frantic storm doth tear A stubborn oak or holm, long growing there,-- But lull'd to calmness, then succeeds a breeze That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees; So when this war, which tempest-like doth spoil Our salt, our corn, our honey, wine, and oil, Falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast His inconsiderate frenzy off, at last, The gentle dove may, when these turmoils cease, Bring in her bill, once more, the branch of Peace.
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Apr 29, 2014 9:05:53 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 29, 2014 9:05:53 GMT -5
Flower God, God Of The Spring
Robert Louis Stevenson
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold, grey-headed; and still to my Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer, Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant; Spring, flower-planter in meadows, Child-conductor in willowy Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses: Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity: O child, happy are children! She still smiles on their innocence, She, dear mother in God, fostering violets, Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins: Thus one cunning in music Wakes old chords in the memory: Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances. One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.
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Apr 29, 2014 9:06:31 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 29, 2014 9:06:31 GMT -5
Butterfly Catcher
Tina Cane
In the Sixties Nabokov switched
from ink to eraser- topped pencil
on index cards a box of cards for Ada a box
of cards for dreams whose "curious features"
include "erotic tenderness and heart-rending enchantment"
in one draft he traded "stillness and heat"
for "silence, a burning" so picture:
Vladimir seated at the trunk of a tree
a spring day at Wellesley where
he marvels at his students and their cable-knit socks
the way each elastic grips without binding
just below the knee so exquisite
an application of pressure that when said sock
is slowly peeled off
the skin shows no trace at all
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Apr 29, 2014 9:07:10 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 29, 2014 9:07:10 GMT -5
Spring Snow
Arthur Sze
A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms. In a month, you will forget, then remember when nine ravens perched in the elm sway in wind.
I will remember when I brake to a stop, and a hubcap rolls through the intersection. An angry man grinds pepper onto his salad;
it is how you nail a tin amulet ear into the lintel. If, in deep emotion, we are possessed by the idea of possession,
we can never lose to recover what is ours. Sounds of an abacus are amplified and condensed to resemble sounds of hail on a tin roof,
but mind opens to the smell of lightening. Bodies were vaporized to shadows by intense heat; in memory people outline bodies on walls.
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Apr 29, 2014 9:07:52 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 29, 2014 9:07:52 GMT -5
More Than Enough
Marge Piercy
The first lily of June opens its red mouth. All over the sand road where we walk multiflora rose climbs trees cascading white or pink blossoms, simple, intense the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy clumps of flower and the blackberries are blooming in the thickets. Season of joy for the bee. The green will never again be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads into the wind. Rich fresh wine of June, we stagger into you smeared with pollen, overcome as the turtle laying her eggs in roadside sand.
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Apr 29, 2014 9:08:55 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 29, 2014 9:08:55 GMT -5
Spring
Elfriede Jelinek
april breath of boyish red the tongue crushes strawberry dreams
hack away wound and wound the fountain
and on the mouth perspiration white from someone's neck
a little tooth has bit the finger of the bride the tabby yellow and sere howls
the red boy from the gable flies an animal hearkens in his white throat his juice runs down pigeon thighs
a pale sweet spike still sticks in woman white lard
an april breath of boyish red
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Apr 29, 2014 10:12:01 GMT -5
Post by Tempus Fugit on Apr 29, 2014 10:12:01 GMT -5
Blinking flip! Roll on May...!
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Apr 30, 2014 10:14:13 GMT -5
Post by ladylinda on Apr 30, 2014 10:14:13 GMT -5
A Chanted Calendar
Sydney Dobell
First came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below, So look’d she, And saw the storms go by.
Then came the wind-flower In the valley left behind, As a wounded maiden, pale With purple streaks of woe, When the battle has roll’d by Wanders to and fro, So totter’d she, Dishevell’d in the wind.
Then came the daisies, On the first of May, Like a banner’d show’s advance While the crowd runs by the way, With ten thousand flowers about them they came trooping through the fields, As a happy people come, So came they, As a happy people come When the war has roll’d away, With dance and tabor, pipe and drum, And all make holiday.
Then came the cow-slip, Like a dancer in the fair, She spread her little mat of green, And on it danced she, With a fillet bound about her brow, A fillet round her happy brow, A golden fillet round her brow, And rubies in her hair.
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