349th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 349th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today’s poem is from D.H. Lawrence:

The Enkindled Spring

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths 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.

What are your thoughts?

  • Anna (Diary of an Eccentric)

    I don’t remember ever reading his poetry. Interesting!

  • Beth Hoffman

    I love how the poet diminishes in contrast to the explosion of nature’s beauty.

  • Suko http://www.sukosnotebook

    How perfect, as Spring is nearly here! I like the use of the word enkindled, and the idea of green fires.