Sunday, April 12, 2015

Poetry Sunday

After the utterly miserable winter we just finished, I think we've earned a warm and gentle spring. Here in the Washington, DC, area we're in the annual Cherry Blossom Festival, when the beautiful cherry trees blossom and vast crowds of tourists descend upon the Tidal Basin. You've gotta take the bad with the good, I guess.

For today's poem, I thought this springtime offering would be appropriate ...

A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

Have a good day. Enjoy the Spring ... summer will be here soon enough, and we'll all be grousing about how hot and muggy it is as we get ready for winter and grousing about how cold it is.

More thoughts tomorrow.



Elvis Wearing a Bra on His Head said...

A very apt poem for the Spring, Bilbo!

Duckbutt said...

Yay! Spring banishes gloom!

Mike said...

We seem to have an abundance of darting birds. They all decided to camp out at my house this year.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

A cheery poem to celebrate the arrival of spring -- finally!

The birds are singing.

Anemone said...

Spring is a time of renewal, to be able to go out of doors in comfort again. Happy Spring, Bilbo.