Saturday, March 29, 2014

Poems about April: Playlist for March 28,2014


 

April Love

By  Ernest Dowson    

 

We have walked in Love's land a little way,

 

 

We have learnt his lesson a little while,

 

 

And shall we not part at the end of day,

 

 

With a sigh, a smile?

 

A little while in the shine of the sun,

 

 

We were twined together, joined lips, forgot

 

 

How the shadows fall when the day is done,

 

 

And when Love is not.

 

We have made no vows--there will none be broke,

 

 

Our love was free as the wind on the hill,

 

 

There was no word said we need wish unspoke,

 

 

We have wrought no ill.

 

So shall we not part at the end of day,

 

 

Who have loved and lingered a little while,

 

 

Join lips for the last time, go our way,

 

 

With a sigh, a smile?
 
 
 
 
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Enchanted April Suite by Richard Rodney Bennett
 
 
 
 
 

 

Spring

By  Edna St. Vincent Millay 

 

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

 

Beauty is not enough.

 

You can no longer quiet me with the redness

 

Of little leaves opening stickily.

 

I know what I know.

 

The sun is hot on my neck as I observe

 

The spikes of the crocus.

 

The smell of the earth is good.

 

It is apparent that there is no death.

 

But what does that signify?

 

Not only under ground are the brains of men

 

Eaten by maggots.

 

Life in itself

 

Is nothing,

 

An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

 

It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,

 

April  

Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
 
 
 
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Sarabande for Katherine in April by Ron Nelson
 
 
 

 


 

April Midnight

By  Arthur Symons    

 

Side by side through the streets at midnight,

 

 

Roaming together,

 

 

Through the tumultuous night of London,

 

 

In the miraculous April weather.

 

 

 

Roaming together under the gaslight,

 

 

Day’s work over,

 

 

How the Spring calls to us, here in the city,

 

 

Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover!

 

 

 

Cool to the wind blows, fresh in our faces,

 

 

Cleansing, entrancing,

 

 

After the heat and the fumes and the footlights,

 

 

Where you dance and I watch your dancing.

 

 

 

Good it is to be here together,

 

 

Good to be roaming,

 

 

Even in London, even at midnight,

 

 

Lover-like in a lover’s gloaming.

 

 

 

You the dancer and I the dreamer,

 

 

Children together,

 

 

Wandering lost in the night of London,

 

In the miraculous April weather.
 
 
 
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: April-England by John Foulds
 
 
 

 

So sweet love seemed that April morn by Robert Seymour Bridges

So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.

But I can tell--let truth be told--
That love will change in growing old;
Though day by day is naught to see,
So delicate his motions be.

And in the end 'twill come to pass
Quite to forget what once he was,
Nor even in fancy to recall
The pleasure that was all in all.

His little spring, that sweet we found,
So deep in summer floods is drowned,
I wonder, bathed in joy complete,
How love so young could be so sweet.
 
 
REFLECTIVE MUSIC: Piano Concerto No. 1, Op. 15 (2nd movement) by Johannes Brahms
 
 
 

 

"I'll Remember April"

By Patricia Johnston

This lovely day will lengthen into evening
We'll sigh goodbye to all we ever had
Alone where we have walked together
I'll remember April and be glad

I'll be content you loved me once in April
Your lips were warm and love and spring were new
I'm not afraid of autumn and her sorrow
For I'll remember April and you

The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes
For flames live such a little while
I won't forget but I won't be lonely
I'll remember April and smile


REFLECTIVE MUSIC: I'll Remember April, by Gene de Paul



 

 

 

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