Thursday, April 23, 2015

Who knew Robert Loius Stevenson was so paganish?!?

Flower God, God Of The Spring


-by Robert Louis Stevenson


Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
Child-conductor in willowy
Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence,
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green - one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.                      


 http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/april/page-/377846/  (This is a link to Poem Hunter for poems specifically about April. How great is that? I wonder if there's a page for poems about July? I have to go look now, just because.) 

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