MAY GARDEN
A shower of green gems on my apple treeThis first morning of MayHas fallen out of the night, to beHerald of holiday—Bright gems of green that, fallen there,Seem fixed and glowing on the air.Until a flutter of blackbird wingsShakes and makes the boughs alive,And the gems are now no frozen things,But apple-green buds to thriveOn sap of my May garden, how wellThe green September globes will tell.Also my pear tree has its buds,But they are silver yellow,Like autumn meadows when the floodsAre silver under willow,And here shall long and shapely pearsBe gathered while the autumn wears.And there are sixty daffodilsBeneath my wall....And jealousy it is that killsThis world when allThe spring’s behaviour here is spentTo make the world magnificent.
A shower of green gems on my apple treeThis first morning of MayHas fallen out of the night, to beHerald of holiday—Bright gems of green that, fallen there,Seem fixed and glowing on the air.Until a flutter of blackbird wingsShakes and makes the boughs alive,And the gems are now no frozen things,But apple-green buds to thriveOn sap of my May garden, how wellThe green September globes will tell.Also my pear tree has its buds,But they are silver yellow,Like autumn meadows when the floodsAre silver under willow,And here shall long and shapely pearsBe gathered while the autumn wears.And there are sixty daffodilsBeneath my wall....And jealousy it is that killsThis world when allThe spring’s behaviour here is spentTo make the world magnificent.
A shower of green gems on my apple treeThis first morning of MayHas fallen out of the night, to beHerald of holiday—Bright gems of green that, fallen there,Seem fixed and glowing on the air.
A shower of green gems on my apple tree
This first morning of May
Has fallen out of the night, to be
Herald of holiday—
Bright gems of green that, fallen there,
Seem fixed and glowing on the air.
Until a flutter of blackbird wingsShakes and makes the boughs alive,And the gems are now no frozen things,But apple-green buds to thriveOn sap of my May garden, how wellThe green September globes will tell.
Until a flutter of blackbird wings
Shakes and makes the boughs alive,
And the gems are now no frozen things,
But apple-green buds to thrive
On sap of my May garden, how well
The green September globes will tell.
Also my pear tree has its buds,But they are silver yellow,Like autumn meadows when the floodsAre silver under willow,And here shall long and shapely pearsBe gathered while the autumn wears.
Also my pear tree has its buds,
But they are silver yellow,
Like autumn meadows when the floods
Are silver under willow,
And here shall long and shapely pears
Be gathered while the autumn wears.
And there are sixty daffodilsBeneath my wall....And jealousy it is that killsThis world when allThe spring’s behaviour here is spentTo make the world magnificent.
And there are sixty daffodils
Beneath my wall....
And jealousy it is that kills
This world when all
The spring’s behaviour here is spent
To make the world magnificent.