Spring has finally sprung in the London Sims and the park has emerged from it`s covering of snow - now all we need is for it to follow suit in real life! I thought I`d accompany some of the pictures I`ve taken in the last few days with some quotes that British poets have written about the cheering phenomenon of spring here.
"The poets never lied when they praised
Spring in England
Even in this neat suburb
You can feel there`s something to their pastorals
Something gentle ,broadly nostalgic, is stirring
On the well-aired pavements"
A C Jacobs
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreathes of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring, my spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that`s gone astray, and is lost"
D H Lawrence
"All Nature seems at work, Slugs leave their lair-
The bees are stirring- birds are on the wing-
And Winter slumbering on the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring!
And I,the while,the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing" Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"Through primrose tufts,in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed it`s wreaths;
And `tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure
The building twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air,
And I must think, do all I can
That there was pleasure there"