Sacre Du Printemps Poem by William F Dougherty
Sacre Du Printemps
The evangelical sun exults,
a meadow floats, and tulips blare,
daffodils and cardinals shine
in bronzy air.
A grumble of bees in tiger vests
belly nectar bloom to bloom,
sip sugared ayes from violets
and lilac plume.
Bluebirds on forsythia sense
an exfoliating wonder:
mountainsides of tardy buds
unfold in taffeta thunder.
Aristotle in his Poetics listed the qualities of poetry and proclaimed that the greatest asset by far was metaphor/figurative language. True in 400 B.C. True always.
Thx. Pure lyric poem attempts to capture the capacity to bloom. We could all benefit from an unfolding.
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