I am not one normally given to effusive praise. But I am absolutely blown away by this poem! I have read it aloud multiple times. The music and imagery are beautifully matched -- inevitably so. And even those things are secondary to the things I saw in that world -- and what a world! I'm a schoolboy at a loss for superlatives. Thank You!
i love this portrayal of spring as something violent or foreboding (creation can be violent, transformation too). i love poems of spring, but this one takes on a new essence. it’s not all joyful.
Thank you! I’ve always lived in places where spring had a certain danger to it, an almost primordial energy that seemed to be dangerously overrich with life, but in a way that was thrilling and almost comforting.
i forgot to mention this in the first comment but i did feel the “danger” looming in the background of the poem and it actually reminded me of ludovico einaudi piece “primavera” (spring). the first time i heard it, just like when reading your poem, i was surprised at the violence or the danger lurking. it required of me a deeper understanding of spring, renewal, and transformation. thank you for sharing this poem!
So I'm a construction worker and right now I'm building a solar farm. I say this because of the way you've captured spring so perfectly in this poem that it reminds me of the views I only get on this jobsite in Spring. And the violence reminds me of the allergies i only experience when things are in bloom. BRAVO
I wonder if you have read or if you'd be interested in The Mind of the Maker by Dorothy L. Sayers? She works on that Tolkienesque idea of mankind being sub creators, and uses the mystery of the Trinity as a framework for writing.
I hesitated before reading. I've read a few of your other poems and I find them too .... intimate. I feel like I'm peeping into a good neighbor's window, someone who's been kind and good to me. I feel like I'm betraying you by lurking in on you in some very intimate moment. I can't explain the feeling ... maybe its guilt and shame mixed in with wonder and lust .... I wish I would write as well as you (guilt) knowing that I probably could if I would dedicate the time and energy to it (shame) ... but your words are powerfully chosen and visual, deep and complex, and primal. I hear you in my head saying the words, my mind creating the image from seeing you on YouTube. My breath gets short. I was afraid to read it ... but I did anyway. My fear wasn't unfounded.
I am not one normally given to effusive praise. But I am absolutely blown away by this poem! I have read it aloud multiple times. The music and imagery are beautifully matched -- inevitably so. And even those things are secondary to the things I saw in that world -- and what a world! I'm a schoolboy at a loss for superlatives. Thank You!
Thank you!
I've read this twice already. Something tells me I will come back to it again. Thank you.
Thank you!
"It is cold, save for the concentrated heat
in the red blades of sunlight which slice fire
across my lap" - love that line.
Great poem. Thanks for sharing it!
Thank you, I’m happy you enjoyed it!
i love this portrayal of spring as something violent or foreboding (creation can be violent, transformation too). i love poems of spring, but this one takes on a new essence. it’s not all joyful.
Thank you! I’ve always lived in places where spring had a certain danger to it, an almost primordial energy that seemed to be dangerously overrich with life, but in a way that was thrilling and almost comforting.
i forgot to mention this in the first comment but i did feel the “danger” looming in the background of the poem and it actually reminded me of ludovico einaudi piece “primavera” (spring). the first time i heard it, just like when reading your poem, i was surprised at the violence or the danger lurking. it required of me a deeper understanding of spring, renewal, and transformation. thank you for sharing this poem!
(I love Einaudi!)
So I'm a construction worker and right now I'm building a solar farm. I say this because of the way you've captured spring so perfectly in this poem that it reminds me of the views I only get on this jobsite in Spring. And the violence reminds me of the allergies i only experience when things are in bloom. BRAVO
Thank you!
I wonder if you have read or if you'd be interested in The Mind of the Maker by Dorothy L. Sayers? She works on that Tolkienesque idea of mankind being sub creators, and uses the mystery of the Trinity as a framework for writing.
I love this so much. It reminds me a little of Geoffrey Hill's Genesis.
I hesitated before reading. I've read a few of your other poems and I find them too .... intimate. I feel like I'm peeping into a good neighbor's window, someone who's been kind and good to me. I feel like I'm betraying you by lurking in on you in some very intimate moment. I can't explain the feeling ... maybe its guilt and shame mixed in with wonder and lust .... I wish I would write as well as you (guilt) knowing that I probably could if I would dedicate the time and energy to it (shame) ... but your words are powerfully chosen and visual, deep and complex, and primal. I hear you in my head saying the words, my mind creating the image from seeing you on YouTube. My breath gets short. I was afraid to read it ... but I did anyway. My fear wasn't unfounded.