Springtime – MADHU MALTI

The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :

The Mockingbird : : by Edwin B. McElfatrick ▼ You hear him in the springtime When radiant sunlight fills The verdant, sweeping valleysAnd the hollows of the hills;On moonlight nights in summerFrom the summit of a tree,He is weaving strains entrancingIn flights of ecstasy.In autumn’s richest splendorWhen the woodland seems afireI have heard him chantingContinue reading “The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :”

The Progress of Spring : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :

The Progress of Spring : : By Alfred Lord Tennyson ( 1809 – 1892 ) : : : : THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o’er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold That trembles not to kisses of the bee: Come Spring, for nowContinue reading “The Progress of Spring : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :”

On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :

459. Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell : : By Robert Burns NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all yourContinue reading “On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :”

Home-thoughts, From Abroad : Robert Browning : : Bird Poems : :

Home-Thoughts, from Abroad : : By Robert Browning Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! And after April, when May follows,And the whitethroat builds, andContinue reading “Home-thoughts, From Abroad : Robert Browning : : Bird Poems : :”

I dreaded that first Robin, so : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :

I dreaded that first Robin, so : : Emily Dickinson I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I’m accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though— I thought If I could only liveTill that first Shout got by—Not all Pianos in the WoodsHad power to mangle me— I dared not meet the Daffodils—ForContinue reading “I dreaded that first Robin, so : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”

An Evening Walk When Spring is Already Old : Jason Allen – Paisant : : Evening Poems : :

An Evening Walk When Spring is Already Old : : By Jason Allen – Paisant : : : : On the third of JuneI re-enter the woods The trees’ soulshave bloomed into canopies There is volumenot just skeletons Breeze passes into the placentaof this womb There is hiding placein the trees and the birds singContinue reading “An Evening Walk When Spring is Already Old : Jason Allen – Paisant : : Evening Poems : :”

The Rainbow Never Tells Me : : Emily Dickinson : : Rain / Rainbow Poems : :

The rainbow never tells meThat gust and storm are by,Yet is she more convincingThan Philosophy. My flowers turn from Forums—Yet eloquent declareWhat Cato couldn’t prove meExcept the birds were here! – F 76 (1859) : : Emily Dickinson “The Rainbow Never Tells Me” By Emily Dickinson speaks on the themes of nature, wisdom, and truth.Continue reading “The Rainbow Never Tells Me : : Emily Dickinson : : Rain / Rainbow Poems : :”