May and the Poets : Leigh Hunt : :May Poems : : Months Poems : :

May and the Poets
There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May’s in Milton, May’s in Prior,
May’s in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;
May’s in all the Italian books:—
She has old and modern nooks,
Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves,
In happy places they call shelves,
And will rise and dress your rooms
With a drapery thick with blooms.
Come, ye rains, then if ye will,
May’s at home, and with me still;
But come rather, thou, good weather,
And find us in the fields together. — Leigh Hunt

No pick of the best poems for the month of May should be without this poem, which even name-checks some of the poets to have written about Maytime: :

Notes for each of the lines Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India February 4 , 2023 : : : : : : : :

Ode, Composed on a May Morning : William Wordsworth : : May Poems : Months Poems : :

William Wordsworth : : 1770 (Wordsworth House) – 1850 (Cumberland) A poet laureate, William Wordsworth remains one of the first few and the most popular romantic poets. His most read Poetry are : The Prelude, Tintern Abbey, Ode : Intimations to Immortality, The Solitary Reaper, Daffodils, Ode To Duty, London 1802, Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known, Revolution and Independence, Etc.

Ode, Composed On A May Morning Poem by William Wordsworth : :

While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
A quickening hope, a freshening glee,
Foreran the expected Power,
Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,
Shakes off that pearly shower.

All Nature welcomes Her whose sway
Tempers the year’s extremes;
Who scattereth lustres o’er noon-day,
Like morning’s dewy gleams;
While mellow warble, sprightly trill,
The tremulous heart excite;
And hums the balmy air to still
The balance of delight.

Time was, blest Power! when youth and maids
At peep of dawn would rise,
And wander forth, in forest glades
Thy birth to solemnize.
Though mute the song—to grace the rite
Untouched the hawthorn bough,
Thy Spirit triumphs o’er the slight;
Man changes, but not Thou!

Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings
In love’s disport employ;
Warmed by thy influence, creeping things
Awake to silent joy:
Queen art thou still for each gay plant
Where the slim wild deer roves;
And served in depths where fishes haunt
Their own mysterious groves.

Cloud-piercing peak, and trackless heath,
Instinctive homage pay;
Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath
To honor thee, sweet May!
Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs
Behold a smokeless sky,
Their puniest flower-pot-nursling dares
To open a bright eye.

And if, on this thy natal morn,
The pole, from which thy name
Hath not departed, stands forlorn
Of song and dance and game;
Still from the village-green a vow
Aspires to thee addrest,
Wherever peace is on the brow,
Or love within the breast.

Yes! where Love nestles thou canst teach
The soul to love the more;
Hearts also shall thy lessons reach
That never loved before.
Stript is the haughty one of pride,
The bashful freed from fear,
While rising, like the ocean-tide,
In flow the joyous year.

Hush, feeble lyre! weak words refuse
The service to prolong!
To yon exulting thrush the Muse
Entrusts the imperfect song;
His voice shall chant, in accents clear,
Throughout the live-long day,
Till the first silver star appear,
The sovereignty of May.

William Wordsworth : ( 1770 (Wordsworth House) – 1850 (Cumberland )

“Ode, Composed On A May Morning”, A May Poem of 64 lines in 8 Stanzas, by William Wordsworth is About Beautiful Nature and Peaceful Thing. In this one and other Odes of Wordsworth’s Chef- d’oeuvre ( the most outstanding creative piece of a craftsman ) he sings of the heartbreaking realization that childhood’s special relationship to Nature. In Ode: Intimations of Immortality , he shows how Nature and Experience has been lost forever, although its unmindful memory remains in a sapiential material of a sourcebook earned this way that supply wisdom throughout life. : : Our Childhood shapes our Adulthood. This ideation was most beautifully conveyed by Wordsworth in his 1802 Poem , in its lines ” The Child is Father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety. ( From the Poem ” The Rainbow” : : 🌈 : :

Towards the end of the 18th century. Characterized by its emphasis on emotional and spiritual values as well as its deep engagement with Nature and the Self, Romanticism caused a Literary stir in English poetry and lyrical compositions. William Wordsworth along with Samuel Taylor Coleridge spread the Romanticism in England with their joint publication “Lyrical Ballads”. Throughout his life Wordsworth remained a true interpreter of nature to humanity. “Nature not only gave him the nature,” says Matthew Arnold, “but wrote his poems for him.” He became the worshipper of nature, her true priest and a revealer of her harmonies to humanity : : : :

This poem praises the ‘sovereignty of May’: We will find out what is beautiful , peaceful and which one is thing, as related in the poem. : : Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem.

Corinna’s Going a Maying : Robert Herrick : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :

Born in August 1591, Robert Herrick was the author of Hesperides; or, the Works Both Human and Divine of Robert Herrick, Esq. He practiced in A Parish to his diocese or Bishopric jurisdiction during the restoration rule of Charles II, ( He refused to take Oath being a loyalist / supporter of Charles I during English Civil War )

Corinna’s going a Maying
BY ROBERT HERRICK
Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming Morne
Upon her wings presents the god unshorne.
See how Aurora throwes her faire
Fresh-quilted colours through the aire:
Get up, sweet-Slug-a-bed, and see
The Dew-bespangling Herbe and Tree.
Each Flower has wept, and bow’d toward the East,
Above an houre since; yet you not drest,
Nay! not so much as out of bed?
When all the Birds have Mattens seyd,
And sung their thankful Hymnes: ’tis sin,
Nay, profanation to keep in,
When as a thousand Virgins on this day,
Spring, sooner than the Lark, to fetch in May.

Rise; and put on your Foliage, and be seene
To come forth, like the Spring-time, fresh and greene;
And sweet as Flora. Take no care
For Jewels for your Gowne, or Haire:
Feare not; the leaves will strew
Gemms in abundance upon you:
Besides, the childhood of the Day has kept,
Against you come, some Orient Pearls unwept:
Come, and receive them while the light
Hangs on the Dew-locks of the night:
And Titan on the Eastern hill
Retires himselfe, or else stands still
Till you come forth. Wash, dresse, be briefe in praying:
Few Beads are best, when once we goe a Maying.

Come, my Corinna, come; and comming, marke
How each field turns a street; each street a Parke
Made green, and trimm’d with trees: see how
Devotion gives each House a Bough,
Or Branch: Each Porch, each doore, ere this,
An Arke a Tabernacle is
Made up of white-thorn neatly enterwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Can such delights be in the street,
And open fields, and we not see’t?
Come, we’ll abroad; and let’s obay
The Proclamation made for May:
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
But my Corinna, come, let’s goe a Maying.

There’s not a budding Boy, or Girle, this day,
But is got up, and gone to bring in May.
A deale of Youth, ere this, is come
Back, and with White-thorn laden home.
Some have dispatcht their Cakes and Creame,
Before that we have left to dreame:
And some have wept, and woo’d, and plighted Troth,
And chose their Priest, ere we can cast off sloth:
Many a green-gown has been given;
Many a kisse, both odde and even:
Many a glance too has been sent
From out the eye, Loves Firmament:
Many a jest told of the Keyes betraying
This night, and Locks pickt, yet w’are not a Maying.

Come, let us goe, while we are in our prime;
And take the harmlesse follie of the time.
We shall grow old apace, and die
Before we know our liberty.
Our life is short; and our dayes run
As fast away as do’s the Sunne:
And as a vapour, or a drop of raine
Once lost, can ne’r be found againe:
So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade;
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drown’d with us in endlesse night.
Then while time serves, and we are but decaying;
Come, my Corinna, come, let’s goe a Maying.

“Corinna’s going a Maying” The Most Popular”May Poem” written in 1648 By A British lyric Poet / Cavalier Poet ( born in Cheapside, London, studied in University & as a loyalist Supported by the King Charles I , during the time of English Civil War For monarchical versus commonwealth rule. : He was ordained for a Parish after restoration of Monarchy Of Charles II ) Robert Herrick ( 1591 – 1674 ) is About the celebration of May Day before they fly by. : : He is known for his poem, “To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time,” which dramatizes the “carpe diem” or “seize the day” philosophy of living life to the fullest in the present moment. “Corinna’s Going A-Maying” is the speaker’s earnest attempt at persuading Corinna , his love asking her to join him in a joyful celebration of the beginning of spring. He is a Young man asking his lover to come with him to celebrate the famous “May Day” with its festivities ; as said in line 69 ,”decaying” like time always does. : : : : May 1 , is what we understand by May Day Celebration. The young people went out to “bring in the May” by picking flowers. They should thus have interaction to find pairing among themselves. : : : :

Notes for each of the lines Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India February 2 , 2023 : : : : : : : :

from The Shepheardes Calender: April : EDMUND SPENSER : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

From “Biographical Illustrations”, by Alfred Howard. [Thomas Tegg, R. Griffin and Co., J. Cumming, London, Glasgow and Dublin, 1830]. Artist Unknown. (Photo by The Print Collector via Getty Images) : : : : Spencer was born in around , probably 1558; and on 13 January 1599, he died, perhaps of illness brought on by exhaustion of his roleplay in Ireland sent there by the regime. He was buried soon after in the south transept of Westminster Abbey in the Poets’ Corner. : : Edmund Spenser is considered one of the preeminent poets of the English language. He was born into the family of an obscure cloth maker named John Spenser & Elizabeth. : : Spenser’s reinvention of classical pastoral, The Shepheardes Calendar, was admired by Sir Philip Sidney as a major contribution to the development of English literature and national culture. His epic poem, The Faerie Queene, was written in honor of Queen Elizabeth I and in celebration of the Tudor dynasty. Along with Sidney, Spenser set out to create a body of work that could parallel the great works of European poets such as Dante, Petrarch, and Boccaccio and extend the line of English literary culture began by Chaucer. Among Spenser’s many contributions to English literature, he is the originator and namesake of the Spenserian stanza and the Spenserian sonnet. : : In a letter addressed to his neighbor Sir Walter Ralegh, Spenser sets out to explain the “general intention and meaning” of his richly elaborated epic. It is “an historicall fiction,” written to glorify Queen Elizabeth and “to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline.” In pursuing this latter aim, the poet explains that he has followed the example of the greatest epic writers of the ancient and the modern worlds: Homer and Virgil, Ludovico Ariosto and Torquato Tasso. : : He compared his work with the most exalted poetry of Italy, the glittering center of European culture in this period. : : His rustics debate and sing, love and despair, but there is no real narrative progression in the Calender and very little action. Variety is introduced in the subjects that the shepherds contemplate and in the poetic forms that they employ, which include amorous complaints, fables, singing matches and debates, an encomium, a funeral elegy, and a hymn to the god Pan.” : :

from The Shepheardes Calender: April
BY EDMUND SPENSER
THENOT & HOBBINOLL
Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ytorne?
Or is thy Bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

Or bene thine eyes attempred to the yeare,
Quenching the gasping furrowes thirst with rayne?
Like April shoure, so stremes the trickling teares
Adowne thy cheeke, to quenche thy thristye payne.

HOBBINOLL
Nor thys, nor that, so muche doeth make me mourne,
But for the ladde, whome long I lovd so deare,
Nowe loves a lasse, that all his love doth scorne:
He plongd in payne, his tressed locks dooth teare.

Shepheards delights he dooth them all forsweare,
Hys pleasaunt Pipe, whych made us meriment,
He wylfully hath broke, and doth forbeare
His wonted songs, wherein he all outwent.

THENOT
What is he for a Ladde, you so lament?
Ys love such pinching payne to them, that prove?
And hath he skill to make so excellent,
Yet hath so little skill to brydle love?

HOBBINOLL
Colin thou kenst, the Southerne shepheardes boye:
Him Love hath wounded with a deadly darte.
Whilome on him was all my care and joye,
Forcing with gyfts to winne his wanton heart.

But now from me hys madding mynd is starte,
And woes the Widdowes daughter of the glenne:
So nowe fayre Rosalind hath bredde hys smart,
So now his frend is chaunged for a frenne.

THENOT
But if hys ditties bene so trimly dight,
I pray thee Hobbinoll, recorde some one:
The whiles our flockes doe graze about in sight,
And we close shrowded in thys shade alone.

HOBBINOLL
Contented I: then will I singe his laye
Of fayre Elisa, Queene of shepheardes all:
Which once he made, as by a spring he laye,
And tuned it unto the Waters fall.

Ye dayntye Nymphs, that in this blessed Brooke
doe bathe your brest,
Forsake your watry bowres, and hether looke,
at my request:
And eke you Virgins, that on Parnasse dwell,
Whence floweth Helicon the learned well,
Helpe me to blaze
Her worthy praise,
Which in her sexe doth all excell.

Of fayre Eliza be your silver song,
that blessed wight:
The flowre of Virgins, may shee florish long,
In princely plight.
For shee is Syrinx daughter without spotte,
Which Pan the shepheards God of her begot:
So sprong her grace
Of heavenly race,
No mortall blemishe may her blotte.

See, where she sits upon the grassie greene,
(O seemely sight)
Yclad in Scarlot like a mayden Queene,
And Ermines white.
Upon her head a Cremosin coronet,
With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set:
Bayleaves betweene,
And Primroses greene
Embellish the sweete Violet.

Tell me, have ye seene her angelick face,
Like Ph{oe}be fayre?
Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace
can you well compare?
The Redde rose medled with the White yfere,
In either cheeke depeincten lively chere.
Her modest eye,
Her Majestie,
Where have you seene the like, but there?

I sawe Ph{oe}bus thrust out his golden hedde,
upon her to gaze:
But when he sawe, how broade her beames did spredde,
it did him amaze.
He blusht to see another Sunne belowe,
Ne durst againe his fyrye face out showe:
Let him, if he dare,
His brightnesse compare
With hers, to have the overthrowe.

Shewe thy selfe Cynthia with thy silver rayes,
and be not abasht:
When shee the beames of her beauty displayes,
O how art thou dasht?
But I will not match her with Latonaes seede,
Such follie great sorow to Niobe did breede.
Now she is a stone,
And makes dayly mone,
Warning all other to take heede.

Pan may be proud, that ever he begot
such a Bellibone,
And Syrinx rejoyse, that ever was her lot
to beare such an one.
Soone as my younglings cryen for the dam,
To her will I offer a milkwhite Lamb:
Shee is my goddesse plaine,
And I her shepherds swayne,
Albee forswonck and forswatt I am.

I see Calliope speede her to the place,
where my Goddesse shines:
And after her the other Muses trace,
with their Violines.
Bene they not Bay braunches, which they doe beare,
All for Elisa in her hand to weare?
So sweetely they play,
And sing all the way,
That it a heaven is to heare.

Lo how finely the graces can it foote
to the Instrument:
They dauncen deffly, and singen soote,
in their meriment.
Wants not a fourth grace, to make the daunce even?
Let that rowme to my Lady be yeven:
She shalbe a grace,
To fyll the fourth place,
And reigne with the rest in heaven.

And whither rennes this bevie of Ladies bright,
raunged in a rowe?
They bene all Ladyes of the lake behight,
that unto her goe.
Chloris, that is the chiefest Nymph of al,
Of Olive braunches beares a Coronall:
Olives bene for peace,
When wars doe surcease:
Such for a Princesse bene principall.

Ye shepheards daughters, that dwell on the greene,
hye you there apace:
Let none come there, but that Virgins bene,
to adorne her grace.
And when you come, whereas shee is in place,
See, that your rudeness doe not you disgrace:
Binde your fillets faste,
And gird in your waste,
For more finesse, with a tawdrie lace.

Bring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine,
With Gelliflowres:
Bring Coronations, and Sops in wine,
worne of Paramoures.
Strowe me the ground with Daffadowndillies,
And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and loved Lillies:
The pretie Pawnce,
And the Chevisaunce,
Shall match with the fayre flowre Delice.

Now ryse up Elisa, decked as thou art,
in royall aray:
And now ye daintie Damsells may depart
echeone her way,
I feare, I have troubled your troupes to longe:
Let dame Eliza thanke you for her song.
And if you come hether,
When Damsines I gether,
I will part them all you among.

THENOT
And was thilk same song of Colins owne making?
Ah foolish boy, that is with love yblent:
Great pittie is, he be in such taking,
For naught caren, that bene so lewdly bent.

HOBBINOLL
Sicker I hold him, for a greater fon,
That loves the thing, he cannot purchase.
But let us homeward: for night draweth on,
And twincling starres the daylight hence chase.

THENOTS EMBLEME
O quam te memorem virgo?

HOBBINOLLS EMBLEME
O dea certe.

Billy Mills writes in theguardian.com in the issue of Thu 12 Apr 2012 07.51 EDT : : : : : : : : “In The Shepheardes Calender, Spenser’s April consists, for the most part, of a hymn to the glory of Elizabeth, the Virgin Queen, paradoxical Venus of the English Pantheon whose brightness outdoes both sun and moon. This paean is prefaced by a tale of the Colin Clout’s unrequited love, a rejection that resulted in the loss of his poetic abilities; love and inspiration are intimately linked. : : : :

More Notes Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India February 1 , 2023.

April 15th, 1802 from the Journal Written at Grasmere : Dorothy Wordsworth : ( 1 ) : : I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud ( Daffodils 1807 ) : : William Wordsworth : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

Ullswater in the English Lake District. Ullswater from Gobarrow Park, J.M.W. Turner, watercolor, 1819

April 15th, 1802″ from the Journal Written at Grasmere
by Dorothy Wordsworth

Thursday, 15th.

It was a threatening, misty morning, but mild. We set off after dinner from Eusemere. Mrs. Clarkson went a short way with us, but turned back. The wind was furious, and we thought we must have returned. We first rested in the large boathouse, then under a furze bush opposite Mr. Clarkson’s. Saw the plough going in the field. The wind seized our breath. The lake was rough. There was a boat by itself floating in the middle of the bay below Water Millock. We rested again in the Water Millock Lane. The hawthorns are black and green, the birches here and there greenish, but there is yet more of purple to be seen on the twigs. We got over into a field to avoid some cows—people working. A few primroses by the roadside—woodsorrel flower, the anemone, scentless violets, strawberries, and that starry, yellow flower which Mrs. C. calls pile wort. When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the water-side. We fancied that the sea had floated the seeds ashore, and that the little colony had so sprung up. But as we went along there were more and yet more; and at last, under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake; they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers higher up; but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway. We rested again and again. The bays were stormy, and we heard the waves at different distances, and in the middle of the water, like the sea…. All was cheerless and gloomy, so we faced the storm. At Dobson’s I was very kindly treated by a young woman. The landlady looked sour, but it is her way…. William was sitting by a good fire when I came downstairs. He soon made his way to the library, piled up in a corner of the window. He brought out a volume of Enfield’s Speaker, another miscellany, and an odd volume of Congreve’s plays. We had a glass of warm rum and water. We enjoyed ourselves, and wished for Mary. It rained and blew, when we went to bed.

Source: From “Dorothy Wordsworth’s Journal Written at Grasmere (From 1st January 1802 to 8th July 1802)” in Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. I (of 2), by Dorothy Wordsworth, edited by William Knight, London: Macmillian and Co., Ltd., 1897.
This page titled 3.11: Wordsworth, Dorothy “Daffodils” entry from Grasmere journal (1802) is shared under a CC BY-NC 4.0 license and was authored, remixed, and/or curated by Heather Ringo & Athena Kashyap (ASCCC Open Educational Resources Initiative) .

This journal entry by Dorothy Wordsworth was written during an 1802 trip to the Lake District with her brother, the famed poet William Wordsworth. Wordsworth would use this journal entry as inspiration for his poem called “Daffodils” or “I wandered lonely as a cloud” (1807). While William Wordsworth achieved fame and eventually became the Poet Laureate of England, Dorothy Wordsworth is often relegated to footnotes and only recognized as Wordsworth’s sister. Some scholars question whether Wordsworth’s poem constitutes plagiarism. Compare this journal entry to Wordsworth’s poem and see what you think. : : : : Notes for April 15th, 1802 from the Journal Written at Grasmere : Dorothy Wordsworth : : Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the Poetic Writeup By Dorothy Wordsworth : : : :

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud : : By William Wordsworth : : “Daffodils” ( 1807 ) : : : :

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.

– William Wordsworth (1802)

A hand-written manuscript of the poem (1804). British Library Add. MS 47864

In a poll conducted in 1995 by the BBC Radio 4 Bookworm programme to determine the nation’s favourite poems, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud came fifth. Often anthologised, it is now seen as a classic of English Romantic poetry, although Poems, in Two Volumes was poorly reviewed by Wordsworth’s contemporaries. The poem is presented and taught in many schools in the English-speaking world.

“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also commonly known as “Daffodils” is a lyric poem by William Wordsworth. It is one of his most popular, and was inspired by a forest encounter on 15 April 1802 between he, his younger sister Dorothy and a “long belt” of daffodils. Written in 1804, it was first published in 1807 in Poems, in Two Volumes, and as a revision in 1815

At the time he wrote the poem, Wordsworth was living with his wife, Mary Hutchinson, and sister Dorothy at Town End,in Grasmere in the Lake District. Mary contributed what Wordsworth later said were the two best lines in the poem, recalling the “tranquil restoration” of Tintern Abbey,

“They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude”
Wordsworth was aware of the appropriateness of the idea of daffodils which “flash upon that inward eye” because in his 1815 version he added a note commenting on the “flash” as an “ocular spectrum”. Coleridge in Biographia Literaria of 1817, while acknowledging the concept of “visual spectrum” as being “well known”, described Wordsworth’s (and Mary’s) lines, among others, as “mental bombast”. Fred Blick has shown that the idea of flashing flowers was derived from the “Elizabeth Linnaeus phenomenon”, so called because of the discovery of flashing flowers by Elizabeth Linnaeus in 1762. Wordsworth described it as “rather an elementary feeling and simple impression (approaching to the nature of an ocular spectrum) upon the imaginative faculty, rather than an exertion of it…” The phenomenon was reported upon in 1789 and 1794 by Erasmus Darwin, whose work Wordsworth certainly read.

The entire household thus contributed to the poem. Nevertheless, Wordsworth’s biographer Mary Moorman notes that Dorothy was excluded from the poem, even though she had seen the daffodils together with Wordsworth. The poem itself was placed in a section of Poems in Two Volumes entitled “Moods of my Mind” in which he grouped together his most deeply felt lyrics. Others included “To a Butterfly”, a childhood recollection of chasing butterflies with Dorothy, and “The Sparrow’s Nest”, in which he says of Dorothy “She gave me eyes, she gave me ears”.

The earlier Lyrical Ballads, a collection of poems by both Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, had been first published in 1798 and had started the romantic movement in England. It had brought Wordsworth and the other Lake poets into the poetic limelight. Wordsworth had published nothing new since the 1800 edition of Lyrical Ballads, and a new publication was eagerly awaited. Wordsworth had gained some financial security by the 1805 publication of the fourth edition of Lyrical Ballads; it was the first from which he enjoyed the profits of copyright ownership. He decided to turn away from the long poem he was working on (The Recluse) and devote more attention to publishing Poems in Two Volumes, in which “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” first appeared.

Narcissus pseudonarcissus, the “daffodil” native to the Lake District

Wordsworth revised the poem in 1815. He replaced “dancing” with “golden”; “along” with “beside”; and “ten thousand” with “fluttering and”. He then added a stanza between the first and second, and changed “laughing” to “jocund”. The last stanza was left untouched.

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.

Pamela Wolfe wrote that “The permanence of stars as compared with flowers emphasises the permanence of memory for the poet.” Andrew Motion, in a piece about the enduring appeal of the poem, wrote that “the final verse … replicates in the minds of its readers the very experience it describes”.

The poem has been set to music, for example by Eric Thiman in the 20th century. In 2007, Cumbria Tourism released a rap version of the poem, featuring MC Nuts, a Lake District red squirrel, in an attempt to capture the “YouTube generation” and attract tourists to the Lake District. Published on the two-hundredth anniversary of the original, it attracted wide media attention. It was welcomed by the Wordsworth Trust, but attracted the disapproval of some commentators.

In 2019 Cumbria Rural Choirs with help from the Leche Trust commissioned a setting by Tamsin Jones, which was to have been performed in March 2020 at Carlisle Cathedral with British Sinfonietta, but because of COVID restrictions in the UK the premiere was delayed until 2022.

The English In Virginia, April 1607 : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

The English in Virginia, April 1607
BY CHARLES REZNIKOFF
They landed and could
see nothing but
meadows and tall
trees—
cypress, nearly three
fathoms about at the
roots,
rising straight for
sixty or eighty feet
without a branch.
In the woods were
cedars, oaks, and
walnut trees;
some beech, some elm,
black walnut, ash,
and sassafras; mul-
berry trees in
groves;
honey-suckle and
other vines hanging
in clusters on
many trees.
They stepped on
violets and other
sweet flowers,
many kinds in many
colors; straw-
berries and rasp-
berries were on
the ground.
Blackbirds with red
shoulders were
flying about
and many small birds,
some red, some blue;
the woods were full of deer;
and running
everywhere
fresh water—
brooks, rundles,
springs and creeks.
In the twilight,
through the thickets
and tall grass,
creeping upon all
fours—the
savages, their
bows in their
mouths.
— Charles Reznikoff

From The Poems of Charles Reznikoff by Charles Reznikoff, edited by Seamus Cooney : : Black Sparrow Books, an imprint of David R. Godine, Publisher, Inc. Copyright 2005 by Charles Reznikoff.
Source: Poems 1918-1975: The Complete Poems of Charles Reznikoff (Black Sparrow Press, 1977 : : From : poetryfoundation.org :

The English in Virginia, April 1607
BY CHARLES REZNIKOFF , is About An Event as the landing of the first English colonists. Making of itemised lists of Various Trees, Flowers, Birds , savages / wild beasts & Animals , springs and creeks in the plains and woods and tall grass Etc; As seen and recognized and an averment of the welcoming of their new home fit for habitation which was partially overshadowed by the presence of the armed “savages” : the ‘barbarians’ stated in the last lines of the poem, ” In the twilight,
through the thickets
and tall grass,
creeping upon all
fours—the
savages, their
bows in their
mouths.” : : : :

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April Rain Song : : Langston Hughes : ( 1 ) : : The Rain Song : Robert Plant & Jimmy Page : Led Zeppelin ( 1973 ) : Lyrics Video : ( 2 ) : : A Narrative Video : ( 3 ) : : Led Zeppelin LIVE At Earls Court London ( 1975 ) : ( 4 ) : : Robert Plant & Jimmy Page With The London Metropolitan Orchestra : LIVE ( 1994 ) : ( 5 ) : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

— Langston Hughes

“April Rain Song” An April Poem By Langston Hughes is About Love For The Rain for a Sense of comfort and security. The poem ‘April Rain Song’ by Langston Hughes was first published in 1921 in The Brownies’ Book, which was a children’s magazine for African-American kids. The Brownies’ Book was published by the NAACP, who also ran The Crisis. Hughes’s first poem, ‘The Negro Speaks of Rivers’, was published in The Crisis. The speaker is speaking to his love or maybe his young child, using the rain as a conduit for his affection. The reader can visualise the scene of the raining to call it an April Rain. Hughes personifies the rain. “Let the rain kiss you,” he re-scripts giving the rain a sweet, gentle and sorcerous personality by the words like “silver” “lullaby” “still” “little.” Rain is not forceful or uncomfortable, rather, it showers “you” in “silver liquid drops” and sings a song. The poet then describes the rain’s effects on the man-made city, pooling in sidewalks and in gutters, and presents the tap dance of “little sleep song” on the roof at night. In this poem, rain offers a sense of comfort and security. Many readers can relate to the pleasant sound of pattering rain while falling asleep, safe and warm. : : : :

Hughes is straightforward in expressing his feelings, ending the poem with “And I love the rain.” Rain is also a symbol of rebirth and the sustenance that allows flowers to bloom, and in a Biblical context, it predicates baptism – a new beginning. “April Rain Song” should be recited for the readers who have wanted to share this delight with Others. : : : :

Langston Hughes was an urban poet, and his “April Rain Song” elicits the cleansing and vivifying life and energy on a sudden downpour in April, on the streets and the urbanites with soothing music it can play on their roofs at night. Any weather that isn’t warm and dry is unpleasant but the poet’s simple closing “And I love the rain.” : : : : ” April Rain Song”, By Langston Hughes : Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India January 29 , 2023 : : : :


“The Rain Song” is the second track from their fifth studio album, Houses of the Holy, released in in 1973. It’s a ballad whose melody was constructed by Jimmy Page at his home in Plumpton.They wrote the song after George Harrison told Led Zeppelin drummer, John Bonham, that they didn’t do any ballads, prompting him to come up with the idea and the rest of the band worked with him. Robert Plant considers this song as his best vocal performance. In Tribute to Harrison , the Opening Two codes are recognisably borrowed from the first line of his Ballads , ” Something”With the Beatles. :

The Rain Song Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It is the springtime of my loving
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing
So little warmth I’ve felt before
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low, oooh, oh

[Verse 2]
It is the summer of my smiles
Flee from me, keepers of the gloom
Speak to me only with your eyes
It is to you I give this tune
Ain’t so hard to recognize, oh
These things are clear to all from time to time, ooh
Oh, oh



[Outro]
Ah, talk, talk, talk, talk
Hey!
I’ve felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us, upon us, upon us
But I know that I love you so, ohhhh, oh
But I know that I love you so
These are the seasons of emotion
And like the wind, they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch we all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient
Ah, upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall
Just a little rain, oh yeah
Uhh, ooooh, yeah yeah yeah

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April Midnight : Arthur Symons : ( 1 ) : Going To California : Jimmy Page / Robert Anthony Plant : Led Zeppelin IV Album ( 1971 ) : Lyrics Video ( 2 ) : : Led Zeppelin ( Earls Court London : Live 1975 ) : ( 3 ) : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

Arthur Symons British poet, critic, and translator Arthur Symons was born in Wales on February 28th, 1865 and educated by private tutors. His Cornish parents sent him to private school in the mid 1800’s, and he spent much of his time in France and Italy. The Milford Haven native quickly became interested in English. At 16, Symons moved to London, where he joined a vibrant literary community and participated, alongside poets like William Butler Yeats, in the notorious Rhymers’ Club, a group of poets and writers responsible for witty repartee anthologies such as The Book of the Rhymers’ Club (1892), in which Symons’s poems appeared.

Symons’s formal poetry explores romantic love, loss, and the passage of time. Selections from four of Symons’s early collections of poetry—Silhouettes (1892), London Nights (1896), Amoris Victima (1897), and Images of Good and Evil (1899)—were later collected in his two-volume Poems (1902). He gained much recognition and praise in the mid to late 1880’s and became a successful poet. He became an editor and critic for other people’s poetic works. In 1884 he edited four of Bernard Quaritch’s Shakespeare Quarto Facsimiles, and in 1888 seven plays. His seminal guide The Symbolist Movement in Literature (1899) introduced English readers to the Symbolist movement, which Symons described as “an attempt to spiritualise literature.” Symons also translated the work of French and Italian poets Paul Verlaine, Stéphane Mallarmé, and Gabriele D’Annunzio into English, as well as publishing the critical studies An Introduction to the Study of Browning (1886) and The Romantic Movement in English Poetry (1909).

Symons’s literary career was cut short by a devastating mental breakdown in 1908. Little of his writing after that point has been published, save his volume Confessions: A Study in Pathology (1930). Posthumously published papers include The Memoirs of Arthur Symons: Life and Art in the 1890s (1977) and Arthur Symons: Selected Letters 1880–1935 (1989). He died in Kent, England. Selections of his papers are held at the Princeton University Library and the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale University. He is remembered today for his impressive poetic works and literary style: : Biography of Arthur Symons : From poetryfoundation. org.

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April Midnight
BY ARTHUR SYMONS
Side by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.

Roaming together under the gaslight,
Day’s work over,
How the Spring calls to us, here in the city,
Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover!

Cool the wind blows, fresh in our faces,
Cleansing, entrancing,
After the heat and the fumes and the footlights,
Where you dance and I watch your dancing.

Good it is to be here together,
Good to be roaming,
Even in London, even at midnight,
Lover-like in a lover’s gloaming.

You the dancer and I the dreamer,
Children together,
Wandering lost in the night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.
— Arthur Symons

“April Midnight” An April Poem By Arthur Symons is about the celebration of the impact of spring on the urban landscape. In the London night-time, the moon may be replaced by gaslight, but the miraculous April weather is just as much an invitation to love here as anywhere else, and poet and dancer succumb to its warmth willingly and with a child-like sense of wonder. : : : :

The song Going to California by Led Zeppelin is about moving to a new place. This poem is also about going somewhere new. Symons’ poem is heavily influenced by his transition to London. : : : :

Going to California
Song by Led Zeppelin

Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going to California with an aching in my heart
Someone told me there’s a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let ’em tell ya that they’re all the same
Oh, the sea was red and the sky was grey
I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
The children of the sun begin to awake (watch out)
It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose
And it’s startin’ to flow, I think I might be sinkin’
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
I’ll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high
To find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings, la-la-la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin’ to find a woman who’s never, never, never been born
Standin’ on a hill in the mountain of dreams
Tellin’ myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems

Songwriters: Jimmy Page / Robert Anthony Plant
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The General Prologue : Geoffrey Chaucer : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

The General Prologue’: The Very Beginning of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales : : in the original Middle English: : back to a spring more than six centuries ago. The General Prologue to Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales is one of the jewels in the crown of medieval English literature. From its opening lines extolling the virtues of April showers through to Chaucer’s wonderfully descriptive introductions to the various pilgrims travelling from London to Canterbury. We come to know about All time Human Nature alongside the description of Spring. : : : :

Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury.


Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

In modern prose:

When April with its sweet showers has pierced March’s drought to the root, bathing every vein in such liquid by whose virtue the flower is engendered, and when Zephyrus with his sweet breath has also enlivened the tender plants in every wood and field, and the young sun is halfway through Aries, and small birds that sleep all night with an open eye make melodies (their hearts so goaded by Nature), then people long to go on pilgrimages, and palmers seek faraway shores and distant saints known in sundry lands, and especially they wend their way to Canterbury from every shire of England to seek the holy blessed martyr, who helped them when they were ill.

The General Prologue is the first part of The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer. It introduces the frame story, in which a group of pilgrims travelling to the shrine of Thomas Becket in Canterbury agree to take part in a storytelling competition, and describes the pilgrims themselves.

The frame story of the poem, as set out in the 858 lines of Middle English which make up the General Prologue, is of a religious pilgrimage. The narrator, Geoffrey Chaucer, is in The Tabard Inn in Southwark, where he meets a group of ‘sundry folk’ who are all on the way to Canterbury, the site of the shrine of Saint Thomas Becket, a martyr reputed to have the power of healing the sinful.

The setting is April, and the prologue starts by singing the praises of that month whose rains and warm western wind restore life and fertility to the earth and its inhabitants.( Christ, Carol, et al. The Norton Anthology of English Literature: Volume 1, W.W. Norton & Company, 2012. pp. 241-243. ) This abundance of life, the narrator says, prompts people to go on pilgrimages; in England, the goal of such pilgrimages is the shrine of Thomas Becket. The narrator falls in with a group of pilgrims, and the largest part of the prologue is taken up by a description of them; Chaucer seeks to describe their ‘condition’, their ‘array’, and their social ‘degree’. The narrator expresses admiration and praise towards the pilgrims’ abilities. ( “The narrator, in fact, seems to be expressing chiefly admiration and praise at the superlative skills and accomplishments of this particular group, even such dubious ones as the Friar’s begging techniques or the Manciple’s success in cheating the learned lawyers who employ him” : : ( Christ, Carol, et al. The Norton Anthology of English Literature: Volume 1, W.W. Norton & Company, 2012. pp. 243. )

The pilgrims include a knight; his son, a squire; the knight’s yeoman; a prioress, accompanied by a nun and the nun’s priest; a monk; a friar; a merchant; a clerk; a sergeant of law; a franklin; a haberdasher; a carpenter; a weaver; a dyer; a tapestry weaver; a cook; a shipman; a doctor of physic; a wife of Bath; a parson and his brother, a plowman; a miller; a manciple; a reeve; a summoner; a pardoner; the Host (a man called Harry Bailey); and Chaucer himself. At the end of this section, the Host proposes that the group ride together and entertain one another with stories. He lays out his plan: each pilgrim will tell two stories on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. Whoever has told the most meaningful and comforting stories, with “the best sentence and moost solaas” (line 798) will receive a free meal paid for by the rest of the pilgrims upon their return. The company agrees and makes the Host its governor, judge, and record keeper. They set off the next morning and draw lots to determine who will tell the first tale. The Knight wins and prepares to tell his tale.( Koff, Leonard Michael (1988). Chaucer and the Art of Storytelling. U of California P. p. 78. ISBN 9780520059993. Retrieved 9 October 2012. )

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From you have I been absent in the spring : William Shakespeare : : Sonnet 98 : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :

Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
— William Shakespeare : :

“From you have I been absent in the spring” By William Shakespeare : : Sonnet 98 : : April Poems, is About separation of which The Poet laments the lack of joy to be found in the beauty of spring, as it pales in comparison to the beauty of his absent companion. April is described in a buoyant tone says that even “heavy Saturn,” which during the Elizabethan period was thought to influence dark and gloomy behavior in people, “laughed and leapt” during this spring. The speaker’s inability to enjoy spring due to the absence of his lover. . The Sonnet 98 is made up of three quatrains, or sets of four lines, and one concluding couplet, or set of two rhyming lines. The poem follows a consistent rhyme scheme that conforms to the pattern of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG and it is written in iambic pentameter. he has not been tempted outside to enjoy the sun or pick flowers. He only saw imitations of his lover. His patterns of beauty were everywhere and rather than comfort, this fact only brought the speaker more pain. The poem concludes with the speaker describing how when he did go outside, he was only playing with the lover’s shadow. : : : :

Notes for each of the 14 lines pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India January 26 , 2023 : : : : : : : : :

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