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jazzy_dave) wrote2014-04-02 08:20 am
jazzy_dave) wrote2014-04-02 08:20 am
Poem Of the Week
Continuing the notion of Spring here is a poem about the season in a melancholic sense from D. H. Lawrence -
The Enkindled Spring
BY D. H. (DAVID HERBERT) LAWRENCE
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.
The Enkindled Spring
BY D. H. (DAVID HERBERT) LAWRENCE
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.
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DH did love his melancholy!
'My spirit is tossed/About like a shadow buffeted in the throng/Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.' is much how I feel on my daily commute.
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Hugs, Jon