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Thursday, March 20, 2014

SPRING HAS SPRUNG

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A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
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And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
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“If people did not love one another,
 I really don't see what use there would be
in having any spring.”
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Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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Here's a beautiful "video poem" by
Gary T. Czerwinski I found on YouTube.
Video poems are a unique, and fascinating, way
of presenting this ever-changing medium of art - 
poems no longer just written or verbal,
but more than that. A couple of
quotes seem appropriate:
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"Genuine poetry can communicate
before it is understood."
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T.S. Eliot
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"Poetry is an echo,
asking a shadow to dance."
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Robert Frost.
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"Folk Songs Like Spring River Water" 
Traditional Folk Song of Ethnic Zhuang of
 Guangxi Province in Mandarin Chinese.
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BURIED TREASURE
by Clay Harrison
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 Beneath the snows of Winter,
Spring treasures can be found
In seeds that lie there sleeping
Below the frozen ground.
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While snow falls in the meadow,
The rose must get her rest.
Soon Spring will kiss his princess
And she must look her best.
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Sleeping beauty shall awaken
And yawn without a sound
As sprigs of buried treasure
Come bursting from the ground.
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All earth proclaims God's glory
When Spring is in the air.
Each bud fulfills a promise -
Each rose an unanswered prayer.
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Spring is a resurrection -
Winter's stone is rolled away
To reveal God's buried treasure
Each sun-kissed springtime day.
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Song of Solomon 2:11-12
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for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
 The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in
 our land.
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