Spring | ||
by Gerard Manley Hopkins | ||
Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning. In honor of Poet month, I am going to post a new poem everyday this month, and I hope you can help. Please send me a poem. It may be one you have written or a personal favorite. If you have never written a poem, pick up a pencil and let the words begin to flow onto paper. Have fun with it, I'm looking forward to reading and posting your poems this month. Enjoy and be sure to visit each day this month to see if your poem is published in my blog. | ||
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
April is National Poet Month~ Send me a poem
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