Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SPRING, by DARTHEA ENO YUILLE


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SPRING, by                    
First Line: All poets and lovers of the spring
Last Line: And pushed its way into our home!
Subject(s): Spring


All poets and lovers of the spring
Tell only of the burbyling brooks,
The meadows fair, the birds that split
Their tiny throats with bursting song.
They sing of leaves, all wet from showers,
That glisten in returning sun;
Of the perfume of the new mown grass!
But sure they never seem to think
That indoor plainer things can sing!
That home just turns right inside out!
And soon becomes a thing so clean!
All with the advent of the spring.

My mother gets a woman in.
They scrub and wash the woodwork down
How sweet the smell of paint then seems!
They shake the curtains to the breeze;
The sweeper hums like any bee,
And ravenous it gathers dust
Into its hungry, sucking mouth.
The doors and windows open stand,
To let the yellow sunshine in,
'Tis plain for anyone to see
That spring has come and pushed its way
Into the midst of home again.

My father's hammer clinks and sings,
He times his whistle to its rings,
And sets in screen on screen, and hopes
To beat the whizzing gnats, and flies,
The lady bugs, and all their friends.

My brother chunks about in boots,
With hose and brush and cakes of soap,
And slops up water on his car
To make its polished surface shine!

My little sister creeps about,
And picks up fluffs of maltese dust.
And I? I feel all clean again!
As errands chase me up and down,
Because the urge of spring has come,
And pushed its way into our home!





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