(Feathers in Bloom by Marc Chagall, 1887-1985,
Russian-French artist)
Today is the first anniversary of this blog. It began it with the poem below, a particularly lively exhibition of the rhetorical device of personification.
Even though the forecast for tomorrow is “unseasonable cold accompanied with snow,” it seems fitting to post the poem again. We’re rejoicing in the an-ti-ci-pa-tion, as Carly Simon sang in her hit song.
SPRING
I’m shouting
I’m singing
I’m swinging through trees
I’m winging skyhigh
With the buzzing black bees.
I’m the sun
I’m the moon
I’m the dew on the rose.
I’m a rabbit
Whose habit
Is twitching his nose.
I’m lively
I’m lovely
I’m kicking my heels.
I’m crying “Come Dance”
To the fresh water eels.
I’m racing through meadows
Without any coat
I’m a gamboling lamb
I’m a light leaping goat
I’m a bud
I’m a bloom
I’m a dove on the wing.
I’m running on rooftops
And welcoming spring!
~ Karla Kuskin, born 1932, American poet
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