Best Primavera Poems
On this day, the light declares victory
The Sun’s unrelenting march
From its Stygian, icy fortress
Has at last dethroned the indolent dark
The pendulum swings into the black
The metronome ticks maddeningly faster
Life, the sleep sand wiped out of its eyes,
In love again in its giddy mania
Emerald mother unfurls to embrace
The fertile seed of the victorious Sun
A hint of pollen with each breath beckons, as
The world spins dizzyingly towards its fevered peak.
3/20/16
Flüstern von den Bergen
Früher Frühling verzaubert das Tal
Eine blühende Serenade
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Whisper from the mountains
Early spring enchanting the valley
A floral serenade
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Cuchicheo de las montañas
Temprano primavera hechiza el valle
Una floreciente serenata
Footles, as one, regarding Spring by Sandro Botticelli
Sandro
Does Know:
Venus-
Genus
Darkened,
Starkened
West wind
Chlore sinned;
Shrewd glance,
Now dance
Bough, her
Flower;
Three Grace
At base
Bypass
Time sass,
Laurels
Morals
Orange grove,
Bee soave;
Broody-
Nudie
Looks left,
Bereft,
Cupid,
Stupid
As love
Above
High arts,
Babe farts
Passion's
Rations.
March 18, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1200 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
De las auroras se integra la flor;
Semblantes pretextos clarecen,
Gradaciones progresivas acontecen;
Aparece la luminosa flor...
Esplendor ilustra tal flor;
Miasmas cultivados,
Perfumes emanados,
Colores enmarcados;
Brisas acarician su fulgor...
Del destello salió la flor;
Alimentada a gotas,
Prospera su polen fertilizado,
El viento pronuncia su olor...
La luz ilumina sus encantos,
Estrellas celestes y serenas en entornos
De ninfas que habitan la flor;
Alborece ante los astros,
Gamas que pigmentan la maitinada flor...
Del alba nació la flor;
Resplandece al pasar el céfiro;
Linfas la nutren;
El arcoiris presenta su color...
Primavera Comes
Lightly she descends--
her feet move toward us,
over the crest of the Vermont hills.
In her footsteps
spring vernal pools;
in her hair are golden
willow twigs,
tangled goldfinches
with black-barred wings
fluttering.
As she passes,
her breath breathes early violets
and crushed grass, mixed
with notes of woodsmoke and diesel.
She skirts the dusty tractor
tilting down by the brook;
the hem of her garment trails
tin cans and gum wrappers.
At night the peepers sing her coming
in diminishing chorus
Harmonizing with a faint police siren
from the next valley.
Stars are her sprinkled diadem,
Milky Way flowing slow as time,
through black cutouts of trees;
outshown by streetlights.
Tattered, rain-blown, discouraged,
still she comes to us,
Arms scattering lilacs.
-- Peggy Brightman (c) 2016
Sandro Botticelli's
masterpiece
Primarvera
painted in 1478
with no clear explanation for
the combination of characters
it is to be viewed left to right
the bright colors contrasting
with the dark trees
and foliage behind
the paint pigments are divine
the flesh colors pale and sublime
on the far right
the mighty west wind Zephyr
chases a white wispy woman
and when he catches her
she exhales flowers
and changes into Flora
the goddess of Spring
who then strews the ground
with blooms
from her beautiful tapestry like
embroidered dress
in the center of the painting
a subdued Venus of love gestures to the
three graces who personify beauty, grace and charm
to dance with their filmy gowns caressing
in an eternal circle
on the flower strewn ground
on the left the Greek God Mercury
disturbs the clouds above
with his staff held in his left hand
and cupid flies with his arrow ready
no matter what Botticelli's intended
the effect is beautiful with his
attention to detail
I imagine the painting
as being the joy of Spring
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April 29, 2022
Poetry/Ekphrasis/Myth of Primavera
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1451-725-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand , Judged 05/04/2022
Fifth Place
Fowls in the treetops singsonging their lines
Lively squirrels climbing and racing 'cross vines
Where the rainy days and sunny days seem to align
In the moments where winter no longer confines.
Ah, yes, February's bleakness begins to decline
We stroll in the warm air, and can't quite define
The peace, the content, of this God's great design.
Primavera... oh finally, the sun's started to shine.
Botticelli and his Primavera-
a painting
visually lyrical
the subjects appear
sculpted
but are painted
in soft
delicate strokes
the women portrayed
with sparkling eyes
and flowing hair
wearing flower
and filmy dresses
it is a painting of life
and the awakening
of Spring
as the Zephyr wind
breathes
life into all things
while
the three graces
mirth and elegance
and beauty dance
in a green hued
garden
where the sun
has banished
the clouds away
and the mood is
serene
and tranquil
under
red apple trees
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April 14, 2021
Poetry/Ekphrasis/Primavera - Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1347-070-14
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Apr 15)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/15/2021
First Place
............. for Kate
Somehow it seems colder
roll on summer seems to have missed its mark
and even as clearest blue the sky is cosseting a chill
and so the temperature set itself against my will
How does the sun dim and falter
although still as bright
its warmth in the colours have a slate appeal
seemingly to long for the night
It is worse, one can fear to hear the birds monotone
their simple lacking of chirpy
disturbs me
with their irritant chatter to fill a space
this space reserved for someone
who isn’t here
It seems to have gotten cold
as if springs foot pump on the heartbeat of reviving
just isn’t working
and primavera for you I have waited all year
I toss and turn when the night is too long
and no promise is held in a good mornings lemon
curse those tiny digital clocks
with all their damnably overworked seconds
My eyes won’t focus
or at least seeing has become a wizard of hocus pocus
to be experienced in every vacant moment
somehow itinerant in my finger tips
to reach for a hand in its place
this palm a reserved space
for someone who isn’t there
What is this perturbation
of an otherwise idyllic season
and why should summer fall so short
of its heralded anticipation
somehow it seems to have gotten colder
and I remember just days ago
everything felt so much warmer
Privavera outono
ou outra
Estação de
todos os anos
Desde agora
Nesta estação de 2017
E por todo e sempre
Fica permitido que o pão de cada dia
tenha no ser humano o sinal de seu suor.
acima de tudo o quente sabor da ternura
Da autenticidade e da sinceridade.
A partir deste instante
a liberdade de escolha
será algo vivo e transparente
como a primavera!
Na vida e nos negócios;
a escolha será visível
como um fogo ou um rio,
e a sua morada será sempre
o coração e as práticas de
dos seres humanos.
Es una otra primavera
Es una nueva temporada
Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo
Un otro día medio soleado otra vez
Y una otra ocasión de presenciar
Y de disfrutar de los bulbos que florecen
Donde muchos pollitos azules están tarareando
Imitando multitud de coloridos gorriones
Que están cantando alegremente
En el cielo, donde dos arcoíris gemelos
Que están estacionados con mucho estilo
Como dos osos geniales que se atreven
Pausando para una foto de domingo por la tarde
Es una hora maravillosa
¡Oh! Perfecta es la temperatura
Y magnífica es la Madre Naturaleza
Es una nueva temporada otra vez
Es un otro día en el Edén.
PD Traduccion de ‘It Is Another Spring’ de Hébert Logerie
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Hébert Logerie es el autor de varias colecciones de poemas.