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| Spring waters on Junk Road |
Tonight
at 11:49 pm (Eastern time), Spring officially arrives at Merry Mount and at
other sites in the Northern Hemisphere.
But just five days ago the fields surrounding us were covered with snow. For the past two days we have had
intermittent downpours of rain. The soil is saturated, the rose garden is
partially under water, and our four ducks (Maxine, Iris, Petunia and Bluebell)
are happy. This morning we heard a
symphony of birdsong and tonight a chorus of frogs will serenade us.
Has
Spring arrived?
There
fell a beautiful clear rain
With
no admixture of fog or snow,
And
this was and no other thing
The
very sign of the start of spring.
Not
the longing of a lover
Nor
the sentiment of starting over,
But
this clear and refreshing rain
Falling
without haste or strain.
Paul Goodman (1911-1972)
I
leave you with a short but powerful song by Rachmaninoff (please listen).
Spring Waters
The fields are still
white with snow,
But already there is the
sound of spring in the waters –
They run along and wake
the sleepy banks,
They run, and glitter,
and proclaim…
They proclaim in every
direction:
‘Spring is coming, spring
is coming!
We are the heralds of
youthful spring,
Who sends us on ahead.
Spring is coming, spring
is coming,
And the quiet, warm days
of May,
Like some rosy, radiant
round-dance,
Hurry along in its wake.
Jeshchjo v poljakh belejet sneg
Jeshchjo v poljakh
belejet sneg,
A vody uzh vesnoj shumjat
--
Begut i budjat sonnyj
breg,
Begut, i bleshchut, i
glasjat...
Oni glasjat vo vse koncy:
"Vesna idjot, vesna
idjot!
My molodoj vesny goncy,
Ona nas vyslala vperjod.
Vesna idjot, vesna idjot,
I tikhikh, teplykh
majskikh dnej
Rumjanyj, svetlyj
khorovod
Tolpitsja veselo za
nej!..."
CPW
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