Tomorrow’s the official first day of spring, and even though we had a hailstorm during the weekend, the weather should be warming up this week. I thought I would share with you some of my favorite poems about this wonderful season, because if there’s anything poets love talking about, it’s nature!
“Loveliest of Trees” by A.E. Housman (1896)
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Excerpt from “Two Tramps in Mud Time” by Robert Frost (1936)
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
Excerpt from Atalanta in Calydon by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1865)
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
These three men best describe all the emotions behind spring. Housman discusses how essential it is to enjoy life since it is so short. Frost comments on the crazy, unpredictable weather during the spring months. Finally, Swinburne asserts that spring is a time of rebirth, starting over and leaving behind the despair of winter.
I haven’t meant anybody that despises spring, because who doesn’t love snow melting and flowers blooming? Even if you’re a fan of skiiing and sledding, just as much joy can be found in swimming and surfing. Allergies aside, I for one cannot wait to swap my coats and scarves for shorts and bikinis. I’ve got some fabulous vacations lined up, so the sooner this chill thaws, the better!
What do you think of these poems? Any other poems about spring that you’d like to share? How are you going to celebrate the season?