Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Under the five-pointed, the great gold sun Last Line: "the clouds have long wild hair that tangles sleep." Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
I UNDER the five-pointed, the great gold sun, That gardener spring has brought into perfection The goat-foot satyr waves were sighing strangely Of unseen beauty; at the hot sand's edge Anchored by waters like the sound of flutes Our nurses sat; it seemed, I thought, they listened. And they were black with shade, and so we named Them Asia, Africa, and still they seem Each like a continent with flowers and fruits Unknown to us; in the hot noon they glistened With wild dew crying of some long-still dream. In snow-soft places melting into flowers Young girls are sitting under zither-thinkling Green leaves, and they too are black with shade. But oh, the new worlds hidden in each heart! And the white seraph flower-bells bright with dew, So gauzy they seem floating on the air, Are speaking of those worlds the young girls knew. Their hair is glittering like jewels, the grass is soft As little birds and singing of the forests. For in the forests great flowers shine like music, Or spread to silence in the tropic heat, And every flower tells a thousand legends Of unseen beauty that will never die; And the birds shining in the dark of forests Forget the grief of Philomela, knowing Only her youth, forgetting all the darkness. Our nurses called to us, their faces lovely As that dove-soft hour we call good night; Africa and Asia spoke, "Oh never Must you wander far into the forests, Lest you should learn life from the dwarfish dust, Or, like Cassandra, your deep lips should learn The speech of birds and serpents in that glade Where we have spoken with the ultimate Darkness, -- Or know the secrets that in earth are laid -- The buried jewels whose hearts may never soften Into sweet flowers to bloom in the spring forests. For there is one dark forest -- one whose name You know not, haunted by a darker shade." Yet as they spoke, the old worlds died like dew -- Life was so beautiful that shadow meant Not death, but only peace, a lovely lulling. II "TELL us the story that the flowers are sighing Of long ago, ere this old world lay dying." "In the forest of sweet birds the spring begins And all the trees have leaves like drops of water, Or small soft birds that sing of lost delight. There is a song that one strange bird is singing To the brown child that seemed an idol buried Deep beneath the sands, long ages since, Whose heart has changed into a diamond Down below the old and wrinkled darkness Of Mexican forests, buried like an idol -- Awakening now, and changing to a flower, For this is spring and the forest of sweet birds." "What is the song that one strange bird is singing Where in the spring the sweet and yellow weed Has perfume like a light within the mind?" And shall we never find those diamonds bright That were the fawn-queen of Palmyra's eyes? Ah, dark hot jewels lie hidden from the sight Under dark palm trees where the river sighs Beyond the tomb of young eternities. And in the desert, lonely flowers weep -- The clouds have long wild hair that tangles sleep." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |
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