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The Enkindled Spring
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D. H. Lawrence


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This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.


This poem is in the public domain.

 

 


David Herbert Lawrence (1885 - 1930) was an English novelist, poet, essayist, critic, playwright, and painter. The son of a miner and a school teacher, Bert (as he was called) grew up in extreme poverty and suffered from poor health. Although he loved to read, he was not a particularly good student. He did, however, manage to win a high school scholarship and became a teacher before success as a writer allowed him to pursue that career fulltime. Accused more than once of spying for the Germans, Bert eventually left his home country to travel the world with his wife. The Lawrences intended to settle in America, but problems with his health forced them to return to Europe; Lawrence died in France at the age of 45. A prolific writer who produced work in multiple genres, Lawrence is best known as a novelist, although he wrote more than 800 poems and was considered an extremely gifted travel writer. Public opinion during his lifetime and even till today paints him as either utterly profane and depraved or as a brilliant and creative genius.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Wilda Morris:
Wonderful! I'm watching the greening of the earth, and my daffodils getting taller while sheltering at home. Had to take a walk around the local wetland to see signs of spring there, too.
Posted 03/31/2020 01:51 PM
Jo:
love the fire within all life--it's there and I agree with you Larry, the poem is worthy of meditation.
Posted 03/29/2020 03:05 PM
KevinArnold:
Yes, interesting poem. Thanks for sharing.
Posted 03/29/2020 10:21 AM
michael escoubas:
Love Mr. Lawrence's easy cadence and unforced rhyme's. One can sense his genius at work.
Posted 03/29/2020 09:07 AM
Larry Schug:
He was, perhaps, one of the few people that can actually see the fire within all life. A poem worthy of meditation.
Posted 03/29/2020 07:33 AM


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