Poems about Spring poems

Read poems about Spring from authors all over the world.  Are you a poet?  If yes, then you can also submit poems about Spring by going to the submit poem page.

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Dark Spring by Yvor Winters

My motherForesaw deathsAnd walked amongChrysanthemums,Winecolored,Withe red rose,The earthy blossoms.My very breathDisownedIn nights of study,And page by pageI came on spring.The rats ru

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Very Early Spring by Katherine Mansfield

The fields are snowbound no longer;There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.The snow has been caught up into the sky--So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.Now the

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To The Tune Of Wu Ling Spring Late Spr.. by Li Qingzhao

Wind ceased, the dust is scented with fallen flowers.Though day is getting late, I am too weary to attend my hair.Things remain as ever, yet his is here no more, and all is finished.Fain wound

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A Mountain Spring by Henry Kendall

Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet Of thunder and the wildering wings of rain Against fire-rifted summits flash and beat, And through grey upper gorges swoop and strain; But round that h

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Premature Spring by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

DAYS full of rapture,Are ye renew'd ?--Smile in the sunlightMountain and wood?Streams richer ladenFlow through the dale,Are these the meadows?Is this the vale?Coolness cerulean!Heaven

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Spring Carol by Robert Louis Stevenson

WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush,And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,With sun on the meadowsAnd songs in the shadowsComes again to meThe gift of the tongues of the lea,The gift of

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In A Spring Grove by William Allingham

Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn, Gray ash, and beech with r

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Monadnock In Early Spring by Amy Lowell

Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall Of stern, steep rock; and

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Spring Mcmxl by David Gascoyne

London Bridge is falling down, Rome's burnt and BabylonThe Great is now but dust; yet still Spring mustSwing back through Time's continual arc to earth.Though every land become as a black fieldDun

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Spring Rain by Marchette Chute

The storm came up so very quickIt couldn't have been quicker.I should have brought my hat along,I should have brought my slicker.My hair is wet, my feet are wet,I couldn't be much wetter.I fell

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Late Spring by Henry Van Dyke

I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- the dear desireOf every heart that longsFor bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire Of maple-b

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The Spring Running by Rudyard Kipling

Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!He that was our Brother goes away.Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle--Answer, who can turn him--who shall stay?Man goes to Man!

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