Disclaimer: this here is a previously broadcast post (from 3.20.13) that I’m deploying once again to give myself a running start on re-starting daily posting. Also, these poems are as stellar today as they were a year ago.
Let’s celebrate the first day of spring with some lively poems. I’ve got a tasty batch here.
from Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring has come again. The earth
is like a child who has learned poems by heart,
many, oh many…by working long
and hard at her lessons, she has won the prize.
Her teacher was strict. We liked the white
in the beard of the old man.
Now, if we ask her to name the blues,
the greens: she can, she can!
Lucky, vacationing earth, play
now with the children. We try to catch you,
happy earth. The happiest will do it.
Oh, what her teacher has taught her–so much!
and everything that’s printed in roots, and long,
difficult stems: she sings it, she sings!
We Like March by Emily Dickinson (1878 version)
We like March — his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high —
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler —
Makes he Forests Dry —
Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming
And begets her spot —
Stands the Sun so close and mighty —
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others —
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky —
Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
and from moving New and
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.