vernal poetry



Hops

Boris Pasternak

Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.


I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy
entwined in the bushes round
the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me!
Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground.


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I know hops are actually a summer crop, but this poem has always seemed very spring-y to me.
Maybe it's the cold & stormy weather (common spring sight in TX), greenery, or the *ahem* horniness of the poem. IDK.
I love it! Fun, short, spicy!

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A Light exists in Spring

Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here


A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.


It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.


Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —


A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.


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Well of course this must be a spring-time classic, since it is from Emily Dickinson, the poet queen herself.
This one tickles my pantheistic leanings.

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Early Morning Breeze

Dolly Parton




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OKAY, OKAY. I know this isn't a poem but it certainly is poetic. Plus, it's Dolly!
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hit the road, head home