Sunday, March 16, 2014

Sore in doubt concerning spring....

Aaaah, spring, where are you? Tomorrow, March 20th,  Spring begins the vernal equinox at 12:57 in the afternoon ... and my garden is still filled with 8 foot high snow banks. The streets are hidden under many layers of pressed snow; dark brown, dirty white, dull mud gray, pebbled, and crackling with rot - like we see the earth in archaeological digs. Spring? Is this spring?  Can't be!

I was reading Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market and Other Poems" again last night and came upon the same poem I wrote about last year. 

The impatient hope for changes in weather often leads me back to Rossetti. 

Portrait of Christina Rossetti 1830-1894 by Dante Charles Gabriel Rossetti  

 "The First Spring Day"

"I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintery birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snow drops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing;
I am sore in doubt concerning spring."

Arthur Herbert Buckland, 1896

Walter Crane 1844-45


I wonder if the springtide of this year
Will bring another Spring both lost and dear;
If heart and spirit will find out their Spring,
Or if the world alone will bud and sing:    
Sing, hope, to me;
Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory.

"The Soul of the Rose" 
John William Waterhouse, 1908


The sap will surely quicken soon or late,
The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;
So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,
Or in this world, or in the world to come:    
Sing, voice of Spring,
Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.

"Love's Messenger"
Marie Spartelli Stillman 1844-1927 

"Bird's Nest" William Henry Hunt  1855-1860


Anonymous said...

Spring will come! These remind us that it will. I will search up "Goblin". I want to read more.

Margaret Buffie said...

It is a strange and wonderful piece of work! Thanks for posting.