THIS spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of green-fire trees, and flame-green bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the flickering, watery rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze Of growing, these smoke-puffs that puff in wild gyration, Faces of people streaming across my gaze! And I, what sort of fire am I among This conflagration of spring? the gap in it all --! Not even palish smoke like the rest of the throng Less that the wind that runs to the flamy call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 1 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT |