As many of us have been inside for a while, with the exception of work and a few other necessities, I know there are quite a few of you who miss the outdoors. So rather than give you an old poem of mine I wrote in grade six that starts out something like “bunnies frolic and…” I wanted to share three poems about nature instead.
After all, April is National Poetry Month and I wanted to take advantage of it to share more than one poem that didn’t belong to me. Additionally, I know reading writing isn’t the same as actually being outside, but I wanted to see if it could do even a little bit for those of you who wish you could be on the other side of those windows you keep looking longingly out of.
So without further ado, maybe this can appease you at least a little bit.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud–William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening– Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Nature Aria–Yi Lei
translated by Tracy K. Smith and Changtai Bi Autumn wind chases in From all directions And a thousand chaste leaves Give way. Scatter in me the seeds Of a thousand saplings. Let grow a grassy heaven. On my brow: a sun. This bliss is yours, Living World, and alone it endures. Music at midnight. Young wine. Lovers hand in hand By daylight, moonlight. Living World, hold me In your mouth, Slip on your frivolous shoes And dance with me. My soul Is the wild vine Who alone has grasped it, Who has seen through the awful plot, Who will arrive in time to vanquish The river already heavy with blossoms, The moon spilling light onto packs Of men. What is sadder than witless Wolves, wind without borders, Nationless birds, small gifts Laden with love’s intentions? Fistfuls of rain fall hard, fill My heart with mud. An old wind May still come chasing in. Resurrection fire. And me here Laughing like a cloud in trousers, Entreating the earth to bury me.
I hope this helped at least a little; if nothing else, I hope you appreciated the poems. See you Friday.
