To all my fellow Southern Hemispherians – happy Spring!
Today’s post is a tribute to this delightful season, which never fails to make me feel hopeful and inspired. In honour of the occasion, I’ve selected some choice Spring-themed extracts by a few poetic greats. Enjoy!
“…Air alters into glass and the whole sky
Grows brittle as a tilted china bowl..”
(From ‘Prologue to Spring’ by Sylvia Plath)
“…Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes…”
(From ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’ by William Wordsworth)
“…When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him. …”
(From Sonnet 98 by William Shakespeare)
“…Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!…”
(From ‘Spring, the Sweet Spring’, Summer’s Last Will and Testament by Thomas Nashe)
Or, putting them all together…
“Jug-jug! A tilted china bowl
Enjoys the air it breathes
When proud-pied April
Doth not sting
…or maybe not.
Jug-jug indeed, people!