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?
I don’t remember ever reading his poetry. Interesting!
I think I’ve read it in anthologies before
I love how the poet diminishes in contrast to the explosion of nature’s beauty.
I think Lawrence is a phenomenal writer. I really loved this one.
How perfect, as Spring is nearly here! I like the use of the word enkindled, and the idea of green fires.
I liked that part too. I wish it was warmer like spring here; it is too chilly.