Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAY, by RALPH WALDO EMERSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When all their blooms the meadows flaunt Last Line: On its own first of may. Subject(s): May (month) | ||||||||
When all their blooms the meadows flaunt To deck the morning of the year, Why tinge thy lustres jubilant With forecast or with fear? Softens the air so sharp and rude, What can the heart do less? If Earth put off her savage mood, Let us learn gentleness. The purple flame all bosoms girds, And Love ascends his throne; I cannot hear your songs, O birds! For the witchery of my own. Each human heart this tide makes free To keep the golden day, And ring the bells of jubilee On its own First of May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE MONTH OF MAY by ROBERT BLY VENICE: MAY DAY by KENNETH REXROTH EARLY MAY STANZAS by TOMAS TRANSTROMER HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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