Greetings, Poetry Lovers! The Spring Equinox is almost upon us. I sense we are all hungry for Spring. (Of course, in our region of the country, Spring storms are nothing to sneeze at. My family members spread around a few states were fortunate in the recent line of severe weather that stretched through all of them.)
Now the pollen - that IS something to sneeze at. If the layers of gold covering everything are any indication, Mother Nature is on schedule for all this annual renewal.
I stumbled on the delightful poem and illustration above, while searching for an image to go with the poem below. So today's post nods to Britain's song thrush twice. (A frequent subject in British poetry. Here's a bit more about this musical birdie at the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds.) In my own yard, it's the cardinals, Carolina wrens, bluebirds, Carolina chickadees, some sparrows and warblers, mockingbirds and brown thrashers making a ruckus. How about yours?
Here's a sonnet by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889) for today:
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
More about GMH and his poetry here and here.
Earlier this week, I came across a couple of quotes by Joan Walsh Anglund, and I was wondering how old she was and what she'd been up to. Her illustrations always brought me joy and comfort growing up, and beyond. While writing this post (Thursday), I meandered into the news that she passed away today. (Click here to read her obituary in Publishers Weekly.) Here's to all the Spring she brought into lives all over the world. And here's one of her quotes perfect for the season:
A bird does not sing because he has an answer.
He sings because he has a song.
--Joan Walsh Anglund
Wishing you and yours a safe and lovely Spring....
*Birthday shout-out to our Spring baby, Seth, who turns 26 next week!*
Our outdoorsy Linda Baie has the Roundup over at Teacher Dance, with thoughts of Spring and a wonderful original poem about TIME. Thanks, Linda, and enjoy, all!