When I was fourteen I wrote this poem to celebrate the coming of spring. It's an intricate paean elaborating upon the parallels between the vernal equinox and the sunrise. (It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I grew up to be fascinated by tables of correspondences.) Reading back over this poem for the first time in a decade, I'm almost surprised how truly awful it isn't. Actually, though half a lifetime ago I thought it quite an ambitious project, it pretty much does exactly what I wanted it to do! Enjoy it for what it's worth, along with my best wishes for a season of happiness.
The sun is rising in the east
O'er 'scapes still marked by winter's hand,
For only now has newborn Spring
Come in to warm and wake the land.
O sun, now rise, and fill the skies,
And summon vernal verdancy!
Come, morning sun, for Spring's begun!
Arouse the land from dormancy.
How fast the sun seems now to move!
How much the day in brightness grows!
How eagerly the plants awake,
Released from burdens nights impose!
The birds all sing their songs of Spring,
Their praises of the verdant land.
They all rejoice, each in its voice,
Elated in this season grand.
O sun, bring warmth, bring light, to make
The flowers from their buds explode!
Bring warmth, bring light, that there may be
New wonders bursting from each node.
May ever flower bloom this hour,
This time of new Spring's sun's first light,
When night and day in balance play,
When day is pushing back the night!
The sun has risen now at last,
And vernal verdancy is near.
The night, like winter, now is past.
The day, like newborn Spring, is here!
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