Monday, 7 April 2014

Poetry Revisited: Slow Spring

(from Twenty-One Poems: 1907)

O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing
And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
Like a lamb or a child.

                                              Katharine Tynan
                                                 (1861-1931)

2 comments:

  1. I'm not familiar with Katharine Tynan but this is a lovely little poem. The years seem to pass more quickly every year don't they?

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    1. Oh yes, Becca! Every year I feel it seems that time is gathering speed... a good reason to reprint the poem of Katharine Tynan.

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