SPRING WAS DELAYED Winter came early: the driving snows, the delicate frosts that crystallise all we forget or refuse to know, all we regret that makes us wise. Spring was delayed: the pallid rose, the orchid-like sun, the wind’s soft sighs, all we omit or refuse to show, whatever we shield behind guarded eyes. THERE'S A STIRRING AND AWAKENING IN THE WORLD There’s a stirring and awakening in the world, and even so my spirit stirs within, imagining some Power beckoning— the Force which through the stamen gently whirrs, unlocking tumblers deftly, even mine. The grape grows wild-entangled on the vine, and here, close by, the honeysuckle shines. And of such life, at last there comes there comes the Wine. And so it is with spirits’ fruitful yield— the growth comes first, Green Vagrance, then the Bloom. The world somehow must give the spirit room to blossom, till its light shines—wild, revealed. And then at last the earth receives its store of blessings, as glad hearts cry—More! More! More!
Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals, taught in high schools and colleges, translated into fourteen languages, incorporated into three plays and two operas, and set to music by seventeen composers.
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