New York’s Jefferson Market Garden in full spring bloom; the editor enjoying the same.
Flower photos by Sivan Butler-Rotholz. Editor photo by Frank Ortega.
Poems & Excerpts For Spring:
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
– Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)
Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
– A.E. Housman (1859–1936)
A Shropshire Lad (1896)
The month of May was come,
when every lusty heart beginneth
to blossom, and to bring forth fruit;
for like as herbs and trees bring
forth fruit and flourish in May,
in likewise every lusty heart
that is in any manner a lover,
springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.
For it giveth unto all lovers courage,
that lusty month of May.
– Sir Thomas Malory (d. 1471)
Le Morte d’Arthur (1485)
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
– Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
No. 1333 (c.1875)
(Today’s poems are in the public domain, belong to the masses, and appear here today accordingly.)
Editor’s Note: Why? “For winter’s rains and ruins are over,” and the trees are “hung with bloom[s] along the bough.” Because “that lusty month of May” is here, and there is “[a] little Madness in the Spring.” Because everywhere I turn there are bright colors, sweet sights and smells of spring blossoms, and new life overtaking what was once the winter earth. Because it is spring! Nature is putting on her party dress and blessing us with glorious, beautiful spring. And what better way to welcome this lovely season than with poetry?
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