“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Art – Spring Delight by Vladimir Kush.
Also published on Quora.
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
by WALT WHITMAN
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.
O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night—O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d—O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
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Also posted on Quora.
For the International Children’s Day I post a delightful poem by Max Fatchen, the Australian children’s writer and journalist.
Gate Gossip
I like our gate,
Its sturdy charm
That guards the entrance
To our farm.
It’s nice when shut,
Or open wide,
To sit upon
Or sit astride.
But gates are there
With things to do
Like letting sheep
And cattle through.
Our gate has bars
With several bends
From careless cars
Of farming friends.
The gateposts lean,
A little tired,
With fences stretching
Rusty-wired.
A country gate
Is surely best
To prop a farmer
For his rest.
With one foot up,
And elbows flat
Now who could pass
A man like that?
While every bit
Of iron will ring,
With all the
Rural gossiping.
The magpies fly
To sunset tree.
A voice impatient
Calls to tea.
Then whistling,
Home the farmer goes
As gate
And conversation
Close.
(Also posted on Quora)
Art – Maxfield Parrish.
