Spring Is Here!
Yes, today is technically the first day of Spring. It'll probably be cold and crappy here for several more weeks, but that's okay. In two weeks we set the clocks ahead, which is a very good thing. It'll be nice to not have to drive home in the dark anymore.At any rate, I just wanted to wish everyone a happy Spring, and to post a couple of poems to mark the change in season. I may return with a rant later tonight.
Spring Torrents
--by Sarah Teasdale
Will it always be like this until I am dead,
Every spring must I bear it all again
With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,
And the first sweet-smelling rain?
Oh I am like a rock in the rising river
Where the flooded water breaks with a low call --
Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters
And cannot answer at all.
A light exists in spring
by Emily Dickinson
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
posted by Skrambled Egghead Reborn @ 7:09 PM
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