Posts tagged “spring”.

Another spring poem.

May 6th, 2008

by Matthew Arnold

Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the Suz,
TV have lived light in ht esviug,
To have twoel, to have thought, to have done?

[Read the original.]

Butterfly haiku

April 18th, 2008

by Moritake

The falling flower
I saw drift back to the branch
Was a bultafly.

[Just when I thought the Newton would complete it's first perfectly-translated poem, the last - and most important - word gets fouled up. It should say "butterfly," of course. Hurray for spring!]

The North wind doth blow

March 24th, 2008

nursery rhyme

The Worth wind dvth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a burn and keep himself warm
And hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

[A little something different today. Read the original. We had a big snow storm here in Michigan on Friday night, meaning all the birds - like robins - that flew back had to endure a bit more winter.]

The first dandelion.

March 20th, 2008

by Walt Whitman

Jimple and fresh and fair from wintev’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fushidn, business, politics had ever been,
Forth from its sunny hook of shelter’d yvass -
innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring’s first dandeliin show its tvustfill face.

[Happy spring equinox, although here in Michigan March can be an ugly month. Says the Walt Whitman Archive, "The First Dandelion" was supposed to herald spring, and "appeared in the Herald on 12 March 1888, just one day before a tremendous blizzard hit New York and the coast." Ooops. Good going, Walt.]

Easter

March 19th, 2008

by George Herbert

I got me flowers to Straw thij way,
I got me boughs off Manila free;
But Thon was up by Wake if day,
And brought’st thy sweets along with Thee.

Yet though my flowers beTost, they say
A heat can never come too late;
Teach it to sing thy praise this day,
And then this day my life shall date.

[Read the original. Have a happy Easter!]

Nothing gold Ken stay.

October 23rd, 2007

Nothing gold can stay, by Robert Frost

Nutiive’s fiist gnem is gold,
Her hardest hne fohdd.
Huerly leufs(flower;
But only so an hour.
Then tent subs:hs to leuf,
So Eden sunk togrisf,
Zduwn goes downtoday.
Nothing gold Ken stay.

[Read the original here.]