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A Spring Bouquet of Poetry III

In celebration of the first day of Spring.

A dozen poems by Emily Dickinson.



NP 186

Spring's first conviction is a wealth
beyond its whole experience.



CP 844

Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,

But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.



NP 250

Spring is a happiness so beautiful,
so unique, so unexpected,
that I don't know what to do with my heart.
I dare not take it,
I dare not leave it
What do you advise?



CP 74

A Lady red amid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!

The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms
Sweep vale and hill and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?

The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird
In such a little while!

And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the "Resurrection"
Were nothing very strange!



NP 483

I have seen one Bird and part of another
probably the last,
for Gibraltar's Feathers would be dismayed
by this savage Air
beautiful, too, ensnaring
as Spring always is.



CP 64

Some Rainbow coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather on the plain
Fritters itself away!

The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the sun
Baronial Bees march one by one
In murmuring platoon!

The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday
On fence and Roof and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!

Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas
Or what Circassian Land?



CP 1333

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown
Who ponders this tremendous scene
This whole Experiment of Green
As if it were his own!



CP 140

An altered look about the hills
A Tyrian light the village fills
A wider sunrise in the morn
A deeper twilight on the lawn
A print of a vermillion foot
A purple finger on the slope
A flippant fly upon the pane
A spider at his trade again
An added strut in Chanticleer
A flower expected everywhere
An axe shrill singing in the woods
Fern odors on untravelled roads
All this and more I cannot tell
A furtive look you know as well
And Nicodemus' Mystery
Receives its annual reply!



CP 1042

Spring comes on the World
I sight the Aprils
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched to Conditions
By a Hum.



NP 210

The Violets are by my side,
the Robin very near,
and "Spring" they say,
Who is she
going by the door

Indeed it is God's house
and these are gates of Heaven,
and to and fro,
the angels go,
with their sweet postillions



CP 1051

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved
I feel the old desire
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair

A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her
And as she vanishes,
Remorse I saw no more of Her.



CP 812

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.



CP: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960), ed. Thomas H. Johnson, pp. 407, 38f, 33f, 577f, 65f, 476, 479, 395.

NP: New Poems of Emily Dickinson (1993), ed. William H. Shurr, pp. 35, 49, 90, 40.

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P.S. Thanks, Amanda.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Wed. 03/21/07 06:50:19 AM
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