ROUND clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls like a germ in the sky, And see, where the budding hazels are thinned, The wild anemones lie In undulating shivers beneath the wind! Over the blue of the duck-pond ply White ducks, a quacking flotilla of cloud; And, look you, floating just thereby, The blue-gleamed drake stems proud Like Abraham, whose seed shall multiply. In the lustrous gleam of the water, there Scramble seven toads, across the silk, obscure leaves, Seven toads that move in the dusk to share Dim spring that interweaves The hidden bodies mating everywhere. Look now, through the woods where the beech-green spurts Like a storm of emerald snow, now see! A great bay stallion dances, skirts The bushes sumptuously, Going out in spring to the round of his tame deserts. And you, my lass, with your rich warm face aglow, What sudden expectation opens you So wide as you watch the catkins blow Their dust from the birch on the blue Lift of the pulsing wind? ah, say that you know! Yes, say it! For sure from the golden sun A quickening, masculine gleam floats in to all Us creatures, people and flowers undone, And opened under his thrall As he begets the year in us. What, then, would you shun? Why, I should think that from the earth there fly Fine thrills to the neighbour stars, fine hidden beams Thrown lustily off from our full-blown, high And fecund globe of dreams, To quicken the spheres spring-virgin again in the sky. Do you not hear each morsel thrill With joy at travelling to plant itself within The expectant one, therein to instil Newness, new shape to win, From the drowse of life wake up another will? Surely, ah not in words alone I'd spill The vivid, ah, the fiery surplus of life, From off my brimming measure, to fill You flush and rife With this year's newness! -- And is that evil? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY BURNS - EXTEMPORE by ROBERT BURNS FIRST SONGS: 3 by HILDA CONKLING SONG ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY EARLY IN SPRING by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL |