1/22/2008

Sopianae

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The renaissance of trees welcomes the Raven,

a year of re-enacted memory. Today an old

light of bygone Spring has been awakened,

forgotten voices croak, then speak and sing. The gold

redusted "On a Trans-Danubian Almond Tree

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Heracles saw not its likeness at the Hesperides’ grove, nor

Had King Alcinous shown such to Ulysses the great.

Miracle even for happy isles with plentiful pastures,

More so among chill clods, northern Pannonia lands.

See how the almond tree blooms bravely into the winter,

Though all its splendid buds shall be smothered by the frost!

Almond tree, little Phyllis, swallows are nowhere near yet,

Or has it been so hard, waiting for youthful Spring?"

(J.P.)

4 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

wonderful opening line in this one

writerwoman said...

See how the almond tree blooms bravely into the winter,

great line!

Thanks for taking part in PWB's World Poetry Day Carnival.

Pam said...

I love your the lines, "almond tree, little Phyllis, swallows are nowhere near yet" expresses such sad waiting.

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Christine said...

Very clever, how you weave what you notice in the news into your heatfelt poem about nature, seasons, and rebirth.