Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday is hosted at ayuddha.net today.

I have two springtime poems today. One by Robert Frost is one of my favorites — I think I have posted it every April.

Spring

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

– Robert Frost

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This second one is fairly new to me though it is an old hymn by John Wesley drawing parallels between springtime in the land and our need for spring-like renewal in our hearts.

Waiting For Spring

Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts,
Retard the gentle spring awhile;
The sun will conqu’ror prove at last,
And nature wear a vernal smile.

The promise, which from age to age,
Has brought the changing seasons round;
Again shall calm the winter’s rage,
Perfume the air, and paint the ground.

The virtue of that first command,
I know still does, and will prevail;
That while the earth itself shall stand,
The spring and summer shall not fail.

Such changes are for us decreed;
Believers have their winters too;
But spring shall certainly succeed,
And all their former life renew.

Winter and spring have each their use,
And each, in turn, his people know;
One kills the weeds their hearts produce,
The other makes their graces grow.

Though like dead trees awhile they seem,
Yet having life within their root,
The welcome spring’s reviving beam
Draws forth their blossoms, leaves, and fruit.

But if the tree indeed be dead,
It feels no change, though spring return,
Its leafless naked, barren head,
Proclaims it only fit to burn.

Dear LORD, afford our souls a spring,
Thou know’st our winter has been long;
Shine forth, and warm our hearts to sing,
And thy rich grace shall be our song.

-John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 2, hymn 31

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Today is an extremely busy day, so it might be awhile before I catch up with some of my blog friends today, but I’ll be by eventually.

Happy Friday!

(The top graphic is from Microsoft Clipart, the bottom one from Graphic Garden.)

6 thoughts on “Poetry Friday

  1. Absolutely lovely – both! I love Robert Frost – and his twist on things in this poem is especially catchy!

  2. These are just perfect for my mood today. I always have to laugh at Frost’s poem. It is so true around here! Yesterday we went from warm sun to chilly rain and racing clouds over and over all day long. He puts the whole experience in a poetic package and makes it look easy.

    I don’t remember hearing the hymn before but it is very well done and makes me grateful for the grace of spring in so many ways. Thank you for sharing these!

  3. Growing up, I used to be so puzzled when my mother would say (like Frost) “the sun is warm but the air is cool.” But now it makes perfect sense to me. That poem captures the fickleness of this season so well.

    I’m not familiar with the hymn, but it’s lovely.

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