Ode to Spring

The beauty of spring...

 

Fair Spring, a lady, palely loitering,

    Whose brow is decked with flowers and with dew,

Whose bosom births youth’s essence which does bring

    Unto the barren glades, a glory, new,

    Where have you been for every heart had pinéd without you?

 

Where have you been, when winter with its shroud

    Had wrapped the world with thorns of frost and snow,

And when the strength of Cheimon’s hoary cloud

    Had swallowed worlds and bound from head to toe

    Each aging tree, and froze the rivers which once, swift, did flow?

 

Fair spring, I’ve grieved and skulked in mortal grief,

    And wept for endless days. I craved your breath

To make once lively every faded leaf,

    And save the sprightly buds from early death,

    And blossom effervescent flowers from the earth, beneath.

 

And birth sweet fruits, ripe with rich, temp’rate blood,

    And kiss the earth’s wan cheek and ever store

With ripeness every stalk and shoot and bud

    And with pure sweetness every apple’s core,

    And turn to foaming bubbles and bright verdure, winter’s hoar.

 

The spirits of the worms all beam with pride,

    And all the swift-heeled elk run round the leas,

And mid the blossoms, nightingales hide,

    And sing a tune that gently, long the breeze,

    Wafts through and through: an ode to you, your beauty, ne’er to cease.

 

Oh, spring, at last, I bear a mighty beam

    For seeing your first budded rays, which bring

Upon the glades, gold wealth and honeyed dream.

    At last, the winter fled upon his wing

    In fright of all your powers, for you came, at last, fair spring!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

I always enjoy your poetry. Nicely done.

[icelandicblue]

Ah spring, you bring it right into he room Gleb, this is just lovely.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

It's been so long! Welcome back!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you, your poem drew me in.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gleb.... your poetry is amazing...
and has captured my heart. This is exactly
how I feel about Spring. You have the talent
of an English poet of days gone by. truly... Pat

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you.

[Baby Ricochet]

Lovely poem for a lovely season. Good one Gleb

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[MsJewel]

You have outdone yourself with this gorgeous poem. First of all - I love spring.
Second:
And mid the blossoms, nightingales hide,
And sing a tune that gently, long the breeze,
Wafts through and through: an ode to you, your beauty, ne’er to cease.
(I wish I had written this) Such beautiful imagery - the entire poem a masterpiece.
:) Julie

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a poem so rich in images, I could reach out and touch the blossoms, Gleb! The perfect read after a cold week and a rainy Saturday; you have reminded me that this Season is hurrying to meet us once again.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Yes. I wrote in longing of spring's sweetness.

[Joyce S. Greene]

You have penned a very lovely ode to spring, Gleb.

Fair spring, I’ve grieved and skulked in mortal grief,
And wept for endless days. I craved your breath
To make once lively every faded leaf,
And save the sprightly buds from early death,
And blossom effervescent flowers from the earth, beneath.

I, too, dream of the return to spring and will greet her with wide open arms!
Joyce

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you for your kind words.

[athena]

you remind me of john keats