Friday Fun is a group post from the writers of the NHWN blog. Each week, we’ll pose and answer a different, get-to-know-us question. We hope you’ll join in by providing your answer in the comments.
QUESTION: Even though the Academy of American Poets declares April National Poetry Month, we live in northern New England, where we were hit with snow and freezing temperatures this week. So, what better way to end the week than with lines from our favorite poems about Spring?
Deborah Lee Luskin writes:
T. S. Elliot sums up April with the opening lines of his poem, The Wasteland:
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow–
Anywhere, anywhere, I don’t know.
~A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
Lisa J. Jackson: I’d really have to do some digging and searching to find a poem. I spent a couple of semesters on poetry while working on my MA in writing and fell in love with a lot of different types of verse, but nothing that I can pull to mind immediately. I have to default to childhood lyrics and make up my own: