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May, a parody of real Spring
Two poems by James Russell Lowell
James Russell Lowell
Under the Willows
- May is a pious fraud of the almanac.
- A ghastly parody of real Spring
- Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind;
- Or if, o’er-confident, she trust the date,
- And, with her handful of anemones,
- Herself as shivery, steal into the sun,
- The season need but turn his hour-glass round,
- And Winter suddenly, like crazy Lear,
- Reels back, and brings the dead May in his arms,
- Her budding breasts and wan dislustred front
- With frosty streaks and drifts of his white beard
- All overblown. Then, warmly walled with books,
- While my wood-fire supplies the sun’s defect,
- Whispering old forest-sagas in its dreams,
- I take my May down from the happy shelf
- Where perch the world’s rare song-birds in a row,
- Waiting my choice to upen with full breast,
- And beg an alms of springtime, ne’er denied
- Indoors by vernal Chaucer, whose fresh woods
- Throb thick with merle and mavis all the years.
Green Mountains
- Ye mountains, that far off lift up your heads,
- Seen dimly through their canopies of blue,
- The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds
- Distance-created beauty over you;
- I am not well content with this far view;
- How may I know what foot of loved-one treads
- Your rocks moss-grown and sun-dried torrent beds?
- We should love all things better, if we knew
- What claims the meanest have upon our hearts:
- Perchance even now some eye, that would be bright
- To meet my own, looks on your mist-robed forms;
- Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts
- To souls that have encircled mine with light —
- O brother-heart, with thee my spirit warms!
James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) was an American poet, critic, editor, and general all-around Romantic associated with the “Fireside Poets,” which included other luminaries of New England verse: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Cullen Bryant, John Greenleaf Whittier, and Oliver Wendell Holmes (and which only required for membership, apparently, the possession of a tremendously conspicuous middle name). Among Lowell’s descendants were the two 20th-century American poets Amy Lowell (1874–1925) and Robert Lowell (1917–1977) and virtually half the population of eastern Massachusetts.
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May, a parody of real Spring
Two poems by James Russell Lowell
May, a parody of real Spring
Two poems by James Russell Lowell
James Russell Lowell
Under the Willows
- May is a pious fraud of the almanac.
- A ghastly parody of real Spring
- Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind;
- Or if, o’er-confident, she trust the date,
- And, with her handful of anemones,
- Herself as shivery, steal into the sun,
- The season need but turn his hour-glass round,
- And Winter suddenly, like crazy Lear,
- Reels back, and brings the dead May in his arms,
- Her budding breasts and wan dislustred front
- With frosty streaks and drifts of his white beard
- All overblown. Then, warmly walled with books,
- While my wood-fire supplies the sun’s defect,
- Whispering old forest-sagas in its dreams,
- I take my May down from the happy shelf
- Where perch the world’s rare song-birds in a row,
- Waiting my choice to upen with full breast,
- And beg an alms of springtime, ne’er denied
- Indoors by vernal Chaucer, whose fresh woods
- Throb thick with merle and mavis all the years.
Green Mountains
- Ye mountains, that far off lift up your heads,
- Seen dimly through their canopies of blue,
- The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds
- Distance-created beauty over you;
- I am not well content with this far view;
- How may I know what foot of loved-one treads
- Your rocks moss-grown and sun-dried torrent beds?
- We should love all things better, if we knew
- What claims the meanest have upon our hearts:
- Perchance even now some eye, that would be bright
- To meet my own, looks on your mist-robed forms;
- Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts
- To souls that have encircled mine with light —
- O brother-heart, with thee my spirit warms!
James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) was an American poet, critic, editor, and general all-around Romantic associated with the “Fireside Poets,” which included other luminaries of New England verse: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Cullen Bryant, John Greenleaf Whittier, and Oliver Wendell Holmes (and which only required for membership, apparently, the possession of a tremendously conspicuous middle name). Among Lowell’s descendants were the two 20th-century American poets Amy Lowell (1874–1925) and Robert Lowell (1917–1977) and virtually half the population of eastern Massachusetts.
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