Friday, April 17, 2009
It's that time of year, when the cherry trees burst into bloom. My drive to school is one lovely vision after another. I've been thinking of this poem by A. E. Housman:
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
The top photo there, with the last stanza of Housman's poem, I submitted to the Free Verse Project at Poets.org.
Of course, I have also been reading haiku. Traditional Japanese haiku always contain a season word and cherry blossoms are a symbol of spring. I have been reading my well-worn copy of Harold G. Henderson's An Introduction to Haiku. Here are some of my favorites:
To cherry blooms I come,
and under the blossoms go to sleep -
no duties to be done!
They blossom, and then
we gaze, and then the blooms
scatter, and then...
On the plum tree
one blossom, one blossom-worth
As bell tones fade,
blossom scents take up the ringing -
Today's Friday Poetry round up is being hosted at Becky's Book Reviews. Enjoy!