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Today is William Wordsworth's birthday:
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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With apologies to our southern hemisphere friends:
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.
Robert Frost (1874–1963) Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936)
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RF must've spent Aprils in Kentucky, Jackie. Our weather has been just like that this month.
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Song of Solomon 2:10-13, KJV
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
(this is beautifully arranged by Henry Purcell)
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There's a wonderfully yin/yang aptness to my reading this thread on the very day we had the first frost (Jack, Not Bob) of Autumn
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spring is sprung the grass is ris i wonder where the boidies is
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I know where The boidies is: They're eating all My radishes.
TEd
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Then there was that time, oh, ten or so years ago:
Spring is sprung the boids is here When's the snow gon' disappear?
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Here's how I learnt it from my father: Spring is sprung, The grass is riz, I wonder where the boidies is. The boid is on the wing. Why that's absoid, I always hoid The wing was on the boid. Just a few days ago I was looking for this to see who wrote it (Ogden Nash is a popular choice, but I think he just gets lumped with all these, like Oscar Wilde and Mark Twain). I couldn't find any definite version or author, though there are lots of versions out there. But I did come across a great big list of hundreds and hundreds of pieces of poetry mentioning spring - mainly Dickinson, Whitman, Frost, but lots of others (including copyright violations - Plath, Hughes, Neruda, Dylan Thomas etc). Funny thing is it's the result of a search for the same ditty: http://www.americanpoems.com/search/spring_sprung_grass_riz
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This--is beautiful. Thanks, Jenet.
Amy Lowell - The Green Bowl
This little bowl is like a mossy pool In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow Nodding in chequered sunshine of the trees; A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds, Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song And murmur of the never resting sea. 'T was winter, Roger, when you made this cup, But coming Spring guided your eager hand And round the edge you fashioned young green leaves, A proper chalice made to hold the shy And little flowers of the woods. And here They will forget their sad uprooting, lost In pleasure that this circle of bright leaves Should be their setting; once more they will dream They hear winds wandering through lofty trees And see the sun smiling between the leaves.
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I made a cup?
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I did think of you when I read that! <grin>
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