The Penny Blog's featured poem for May 2022:
May, by Christina Rossetti
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-christina-g-rossetti.html
Sunday, May 1, 2022
Penny's Top 20 / April 2022
Penny's Top 20
The most-visited poems on The Penny Blog in April 2022:1. At the Gates of Dawn, George J. Dance
3. Aprill, Edmund Spenser
4. East Coker (III-IV), T.S. Eliot 8. Winter Song, Elizabeth Tollet
9. Spring, Edna St. Vincent Millay
10. Early April, James Oppenheim
11. Early April in England, Percy McKay
12. The Easter Flower, Claude McKay
13. Skating, William Wordsworth
14. A Morning Song (for the First Day of Spring), Eleanor Farjeon
15. Spring Again, George J. Dance
16. Always Marry an April Girl, Ogden Nash
17. Spring, R.
9. Spring, Edna St. Vincent Millay
10. Early April, James Oppenheim
11. Early April in England, Percy McKay
12. The Easter Flower, Claude McKay
13. Skating, William Wordsworth
14. A Morning Song (for the First Day of Spring), Eleanor Farjeon
15. Spring Again, George J. Dance
16. Always Marry an April Girl, Ogden Nash
17. Spring, R.
20. The Night Piece, to Julia, Robert Herrick
Source: Blogger, "Stats"
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Always Marry an April Girl / Ogden Nash
Always Marry An April Girl
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true —
I love April, I love you.
~~
Ogden Nash (1902-1971)
from Verses from 1929 on, 1959
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]
"Always Marry an April Girl" read by Josh Flynn.
Sunday, April 24, 2022
In April / David Morton
from The Town:
III
In April
The way of Spring with little steepled towns
Is such a shy, transforming sorcery
Of special lights and swift, incredible crowns,
That grave men wonder how such things may be.
No friendly spire, no daily-trodden way
But somehow alters in the April air,
Grown dearer still, on some enchanted day,
For shining garments they have come to wear.
The way the spring comes to our Town is such
That something quickens in the hearts of men,
Turning them lovers at its subtle touch,
Till they must lift their heads again — again —
As lovers do, with frank, adoring eyes,
Where the long street of lifted steeples lies.
~~
David Morton (1886-1957)
from Ships in Harbor, and other poems, 1921
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
David Morton biography
That something quickens in the hearts of men,
Turning them lovers at its subtle touch,
Till they must lift their heads again — again —
As lovers do, with frank, adoring eyes,
Where the long street of lifted steeples lies.
~~
David Morton (1886-1957)
from Ships in Harbor, and other poems, 1921
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
David Morton biography
Saturday, April 23, 2022
April / Rebecca Hey
April
Capricious April! when we fain would find
A fitting emblem for inconstancy,
Thy changeful moods such emblem well supply;
For thy wild sallies sure no laws can bind,
No counsel tame. One moment, and the wind
Brings storms of sleet and "blossom-bruising hail;"
The next, not Summer breathes a softer gale,
Or looks upon us with a glance more kind.
And lo! to greet thee in thy alter'd mood,
Glad Nature hastes her fairest wreaths to bring,
Blithe daisy, nodding cowslip, and each bud
That owes allegiance to the early Spring.
May such sweet wooing chase thy frowns away,
And be thy smile as constant as 'tis gay!
~~
Rebecca Hey (1797-1867)
from Recollections of the Lakes, and other poems, 1841
Sunday, April 17, 2022
An April Adoration / Charles G.D. Roberts
An April Adoration
Sang the sun rise on an amber morn –
"Earth, be glad! An April day is born.
"Winter's done, and April's in the skies,
Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!"
Putting off her dumb dismay of snow,
Earth bade all her unseen children grow.
Then the sound of growing in the air
Rose to God a liturgy of prayer;
And the thronged succession of the days
Uttered up to God a psalm of praise.
Laughed the running sap in every vein,
Laughed the running flurries of warm rain,
Laughed the life in every wandering root,
Laughed the tingling cells of bud and shoot.
God in all the concord of their mirth
Heard the adoration-song of Earth.
Charles G.D. Roberts (1860-1943)
from The Book of the Native, 1897
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Charles G.D. Roberts biography
Saturday, April 16, 2022
The Easter Flower / Claude McKay
The Easter Flower
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
~~
Claude McKay (1889-1948)
from Harlem Shadows, 1922
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
~~
Claude McKay (1889-1948)
from Harlem Shadows, 1922
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
"The Easter Flower" read by Narad. Courtesy The Mother & Sri Aurobindo: E-Library.
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