Monday, March 21, 2016

The Poetry of Spring

Spring is officially here and today is World Poetry Day, so let's celebrate with a couple poems about spring... with a side of social commentary.

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have

           fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched

, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded

      beauty           , how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffering thee that thou mightest conceive

to the incomparable
couch of death thy

          thou answerest

them only with


- e.e. cummings

Cave Spring

Against the drought of each day's demented scramble
across our slapstick, sold-out, barricaded-in, death-
obsessed, ball-busting uncivil-ization,

I uphold the sound of this rain-swollen creek purling
over jumbled rock; how it plashes and murmurs so
serenely, hidden away in the solitude of its own telling.

Against the smog of interminable lies variously twisting,
cajoling, promoting, deceiving, uprooting, betraying,
attacking, destroying, seducing, defiling,

I uphold how wind can sometimes suddenly swell from
nowhere and rush like a great, cleansing breath as it
swoops coldly through these bare winter trees.

Against the dread dark infesting our human hearts,
the fanatical blindness of slammed-shut minds,
the casual, everyday cruelties of a soulless age,

I uphold this simple patch of sunlight on wet bark,
draw from its well a refreshment beyond mere buying a
and selling, getting and sending, profit or loss.

Against the boldest technological breakthroughs in
gene transplantation, the latest corporate patents
showcasing cloning eperiments and sterilized grain

I uphold this primal earth turning under my feet,
these weather-stained stones of ancient dwellings,
the whispers of long-dead lovers still haunting the air.

- Bob Savino

What did you think of these poems as companion pieces? How are they similar or different?

Do you have a favorite poet or poem? Tell me about it in the comments :)

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