It is May 1,
and the weather here in the Chicago area is finally spring-like. Winter held
parts of the Midwest in its grip for a very long time this year. Winter gifted
some of my friends in Door County, Wisconsin, with a thirty-inch snowfall in
April. I left home on April 22, disappointed that none of my daffodils had yet won
their struggle to bloom. The May poetry challenge will celebrate spring.
Here are two classic
poems celebrating the arrival of spring, a less-happy reflection on the season
by Emily Dickinson, and contemporary poems by Alan Harris and William Marr.
May Day
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
~ Sara Teasdale
I especially like the images Teasdale writes: the “delicate
fabric of bird song” floating in the air, he maple leaves like clenched fists;
the pear trees (dressed, I assume, in white blossoms) like girls at their first
communion, and the impulse of the poet to capture raindrops in her mouth and
touch the fresh grass.
A Golden Day
I found you and I lost you,
All on a gleaming day.
The day was filled with sunshine,
And the land was full of May.
A
golden bird was singing
Its melody divine,
I found you and I loved you,
And all the world was mine.
Its melody divine,
I found you and I loved you,
And all the world was mine.
I
found you and I lost you,
All on a golden day,
But when I dream of you, dear,
It is always brimming May.
All on a golden day,
But when I dream of you, dear,
It is always brimming May.
~
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dunbar’s poem focuses on memories of just one spring day, a
day of love and loss.
Emily
Dickinson surprises most readers with the following poem:
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I'm accustomed to him grown, —
He hurts a little, though.
But he is mastered now,
And I'm accustomed to him grown, —
He hurts a little, though.
I
thought if I could only live
Till that first shout got by,
Not all pianos in the woods
Had power to mangle me.
Till that first shout got by,
Not all pianos in the woods
Had power to mangle me.
I
dared not meet the daffodils,
For fear their yellow gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own.
For fear their yellow gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own.
I
wished the grass would hurry,
So when 't was time to see,
He'd be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch to look at me.
So when 't was time to see,
He'd be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch to look at me.
I
could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they'd stay away
In those dim countries where they go:
What word had they for me?
I wished they'd stay away
In those dim countries where they go:
What word had they for me?
They're
here, though; not a creature failed,
No blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
No blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
Each
one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
~ Emily Dickinson
In
this poem, Dickinson seems to be dealing with depression, or at least
meditating on suffering and death. She is the “Queen of Calvary,” not sensing
resurrection as one might expect, but seeing the rebirths of spring as signs of
the fragility and impermanence of life. The robin is in the yard, the daffodils
bloom, the bees are back, but these are not the same robins, daffodils and bees
that were here last year.
May Opening
May is most
too awfully grand
for this birdsung
treebreezed
dewdazzled
man.
All winter I worked
freeze-dried and
to the world dead
in my closed-up
house
until this annual
now, when May
gives me to
inhale vigor's gist
from its generous
air.
Today I've opened
windows and doors
to let livingness in
and release husks of
flies and moths and
thoughts.
My breathing replete
with May's mixed balm
of aromatic everyness,
I've fallen again fully
open.
too awfully grand
for this birdsung
treebreezed
dewdazzled
man.
All winter I worked
freeze-dried and
to the world dead
in my closed-up
house
until this annual
now, when May
gives me to
inhale vigor's gist
from its generous
air.
Today I've opened
windows and doors
to let livingness in
and release husks of
flies and moths and
thoughts.
My breathing replete
with May's mixed balm
of aromatic everyness,
I've fallen again fully
open.
~ Alan Harris
Copyright © 2001 by Alan Harris. All
rights reserved.
From An
Everywhere Oasis at www.alharris.com
Alan Harris
creates new word forms as he writes. May is treebreezed, for instance, and the
poet lets in the livingness that comes with spring. He has “fallen again fully
open” as spring casts it spell on him.
Spring
such commotion
it can only be
first love
I don't recall ever seeing
so fresh a green
~ William Marr
Originally published in Selected Poems of William Marr (The World Contemporary Poetry
Series, The Milky Way Publishing Co., Hong Kong, 2003).
This poem, like the ones by Teasdale, Dunbar, and Harris,
shows a love of spring. Marr is known for the succinctness of his poems. He
says a lot in a few words.
The May Challenge:
The May
Challenge is to submit a poem featuring a poem about spring or featuring a
spring month. If you live south of the equator, of course, those spring months
are different months than spring in Illinois—but you can write about spring
where you live.
Your poem may
be free verse or formal. If you use a form, please identify the form when you
submit your poem.
Title your
poem unless it is a form that does not use titles. Single-space and don’t use
lines that are overly long (because the blog format doesn’t accommodate long
lines). Read previous poems on the blog to see what line lengths can be
accommodated.
You may
submit a published poem if you retain
copyright, but please include publication data. This applies to poems
published in books, journals, newspapers, or on the Internet.
The
deadline is May 15.
Poems submitted after the deadline will not be considered. There is no charge
to enter, so there are no monetary rewards; however winners are published on
this blog. Please don’t stray too far from “family-friendly” language (some
children read this blog). No simultaneous submissions, please. You should know
by the end of the month whether or not your poem will be published on this
blog. Decision of the judge or judges is final.
The poet
retains copyright on each poem. If a previously unpublished poem wins and is
published elsewhere later, please give credit to this blog.
How to Submit Your Poem:
Send one poem only to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”). Put “May Poetry Challenge Submission” in the subject line of your email. Include a brief bio that can be printed with your poem if you are a winner this month. Please put your name and bio under the poem in your email.
Send one poem only to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”). Put “May Poetry Challenge Submission” in the subject line of your email. Include a brief bio that can be printed with your poem if you are a winner this month. Please put your name and bio under the poem in your email.
Submission of
a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a
winner, so be sure that you put your name (exactly as you would like it to
appear if you do win) at the end of
the poem.
Poems may be
pasted into an email or sent as an attachment (no pdf files, please). Please do not indent the poem or center it
on the page. It helps if you submit
the poem in the format used on the blog (Title and poem left-justified;
title in bold (not all in capital letters); your name at the bottom of the
poem). Also, please do not use multiple spaces instead of commas in the middle
of lines. I have no problem with poets using that technique (I sometimes do it
myself). However I have difficulty getting the blog to accept and maintain
extra spaces.
Poems shorter
than 40 lines are generally preferred but longer poems will be considered.
Bios:
Alan
Harris retired from a
22-year career with Commonwealth Edison, in which he had served as a computer
programmer, systems analyst, computer trainer, and Web developer. Between 1982
and 1995 he privately print-published ten books of poems and aphorisms for
friends and family. These books and all subsequent poetry collections are now
on the Web at Noon Out of Nowhere.
His books in PDF format are downloadable at PDF
Books. Alan is a past president of the Illinois State Poetry Society
and currently maintains the ISPS Web site while residing in Tucson, Arizona.
William Marr has
published 23 volumes of poetry (two in English and the rest in his native
Chinese language), 3 books of essays, and several books of translations. Chicago Serenade
is a trilingual (Chinese/English/French) anthology of his poems published in
Paris in 2015. Some of his poems are used in
high school and college textbooks in Taiwan, China, England, and Germany.
P.S. If
anyone knows why some of the print has a white background different from the rest of the lines, and how to get
rid of it, please email me!
©
Wilda Morris