Apparently, some of my favs were posted here when I was searching for last year's official poem of Spring. It's definitely time to find this year's official poem. Here is last year's winner. Below are a few other favs that were winners in past years.
First a couple from ee cummings
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
and and ee cummings classic...
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
And just so you don't think I only like ee cummings poems, a little Wordsworth.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
OK- send me your submissions for this year's Official Poem of Spring.
FUN!
4 comments:
If you could see my six-year-old daughter recite Daffodils by Wordsworth, you would definitely choose it as your official poem of spring. Such expression!
Sarah Hyde Reinwand
Aw, how cute. I love that poem. Maybe she'll perform for me at the reunion on the 4th. :)
I love the rainbow one, as you know, and am trying to come up for a word for the way the sky is when rainbows appear...you know, dark and stormy on one side and really sunny on the other. It's like how the Eskimos have 400 words for snow, I think as a Portlander I should have 400 words for rain and I'm trying to come with one for that moment when the light and dark combo, or chiaroscuro, if you will, makes everything seem more vibrant and intense...feelings, nature, emotions, everything. And you just know there's a rainbow out there because of the way the light is and all you have to do is look...
Well, anyway, I liked the rainbow poem.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
'nuf said.
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