Friday, May 21, 2010

The Enkindled Spring

D.H. Lawrence (1916)


This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.



I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.

3 comments:

  1. Poem and photo.....perfect combo....smiles.

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  2. Well...that was the mood when it was sunnier this morning. Now, back to rain, rain, and more rain.

    "...I am amazed at this spring, this constant offering of cool waters dripping on the soil of the earth..." See??? Nobody wants to write about that:>)

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  3. Glorious! Where is that enraptured statue?

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)