Spring poems: 10 poems to celebrate the flower season
Spring has always been an undisputed muse of poets and writers of the past, who have dedicated to it verses and poems full of grace and sweetness. Poetic images, full of serenity and grace, for a season that has always represented a state of mind, as well as the sweetest and most delicious period of the year.
There are many phrases about spring that have been given to us by time and by famous thinkers of the past: idyllic skits of a happy life that sing the awakening of nature and birds, the rebirth of lush trees and their colorful flowers to celebrate a full world of poetry that also corresponds to an inner feeling of well-being, rebirth and peace.
Below you can find the most beautiful poems about spring and nursery rhymes for children dedicated to the season of flowers and love. And speaking of flowers, discover with us their most beautiful and intense meanings, so as to give them to our loved ones. , communicating to them a precise message, full of affection, poetry and hope.
1. Sparks, Rabindranath Tagore
Come, spring, come
to reveal the beauty of the flower
hidden in the bud
tender and delicate.
Drop the notes
that will bear fruit,
and pass your brush carefully
gold from leaf to leaf.
2. The hint of a spring song, Aleksandr Blok
The wind carried from afar
the hint of a spring song,
who knows where, lucid and deep
a piece of heaven opened up.
In this boundless blue,
amidst glimpses of the coming spring
winter storms cried,
starry dreams soared.
Shy, gloomy and deep
my strings wept.
The wind carried from afar
his shrill songs.
3. Spring, Vincenzo Cardarelli
Spring today
it is an effervescent wine.
The first green froths
on the large flowering elms in tufts:
Green shutters ring
on red facades
than the clear merry wind
of March cleans:
Everything is the color of grass.
Even the ivy is deluded,
the bottle is greener
on the old forgetful trunks
that have no season.
Shaken by an immense breath
the city lives one day
of rural moods.
Spring intoxicated
runs in the blood.
4. There is a light in spring, Emily Dickinson
There is a light in spring
not present in the rest of the year
in any other season -
When March has just arrived
a color appears out
on the lonely fields
that science cannot surpass
but human nature feels.
It lingers above the meadow,
outline the farthest tree
on the farthest slope you know of
it almost seems to speak to you.
Then as horizons recede
or noon passes,
without sound formula
it passes and we stay -
and a loss quality
touch our feeling
as if suddenly the gain
profaned a sacrament.
5. It's spring, Joseph Villaroel
The sun beats, with golden fingers,
at the windows. A thin squeak
it is on the roofs. In the garden the fountain
starts singing again. It's spring.
The church, above, with the lit crosses
the immense mountains with pink peaks,
the white streets with blue backgrounds.
It's spring. It's spring. The sky
unfolds the tapestries of the clouds in the wind.
The gem tree. Verzica the earth.
In the courtyard the pergola has blossomed.
On the balconies: women in light dresses.
It's spring. It's spring. The sea
it has blue rice and a silken shiver.
6. I will wake up, Patrizio Farnelli
I'll just wake up
when we are out of winter.
Then
- blades of light
the sun
between the shutters and the floor -
it will be hotter
it is clear
shave in the morning;
not anymore
bitter and black coffee
and solos in C minor
on
all day.
You were born almost in spring;
maybe you can understand.
7. You play every day, Pablo Neruda
You play every day with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you reach the flower and the water.
You are more than this little white head that I hold
like a bunch in my hands every day.
No one resembles you since I love you.
Let me lay you down among the yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the southern stars?
Ah let me remember how you were then, when you didn't exist yet.
8th of March, Cesare Pavese
I am March that I come with the wind
with the sun and the water and no one happy;
I want a pilgrim in fasting and prayer
looking in vain for Spring.
I adorn myself with great saints and glory:
Thomas the seven and then the great Gregory;
with Benedetto the rondin returned
greets and sings the Santa Annunziata.
Spring
It will be a clear face.
The roads will open
on the hills of pines
and stone….
The sprinkled flowers
of color to the fountains
they will look like
amused women: The stairs
the terraces the swallows
they will sing in the sun.
9. Spring is near, Johann Wolfgang Goethe
Softer, lighter
the flowerbed, here, is swollen;
white as snow
the bluebells sway,
a living ardor of fire
the crocus is unfolding;
the soil of blood drips,
the emerald sparkles.
Primroses swell
with arrogant air;
while the cunning violates
s "hides at every edge;
a mighty breath
shakes the whole life.
It is alive, it is present here
spring now.
10. Growth of love, John Donne
I just believe my love so pure
as I had thought it
if, like grass, it lasts
vicissitude and season.
So all winter I lied when I swore
my infinite love, if it grows in spring.
But if love, this medicine
who cures all pain with greater pain,
it is not the quintessence but, moreover,
mixed is everything, pain of soul or sense,
and takes its strength from the sun,
it is not so pure or abstract love
as those who have no other love say
than the Muse. But, like everything else
composed of elements, love sometimes wants
contemplate, others do.
Yet more eminent, not greater,
love became in spring.
As in the firmament the sun reveals,
does not expand, the stars,
gentle acts of love, like buds on a branch,
they bud at the root awakened by love.
If (as in stirred water many circles
produces the first) love
receives such multiplications,
these, like as many spheres, make up one
heaven, since they are all concentric with you.
And although every April add new
fire to love, in the manner of those principles
that they require in the time of action
new taxes, without repealing them in peace,
so no winter will freeze
the April growth of love.
Spring poems for children: 5 nursery rhymes for the little ones
The sweetest of the seasons is also the protagonist of many funny and catchy nursery rhymes designed to brighten the days of children and allow them to make them their own, to celebrate this special moment of the year, in which the desire to play outdoors is rediscovered. , the joys of nature, of green leaves and flowers ready to bloom and the beauty of a clear sky caressed by cherry blossoms and a sweet and delicate sun.
We have grouped five, perfect for allowing children to celebrate in their own way a new time of the year full of joy, happiness and will to live: rhyming verses and phrases that reproduce beautiful images full of love to greet a world which goes in unison with the rhythms of nature and its sweetest melodies and creatures.
1. Nursery rhyme of spring, Gianni Rodari
Spring nursery rhyme
the longer the day,
sweeter in the evening.
Tomorrow perhaps in the grass
some violets will sprout:
Oh first fresh and new viola
blessed is the first who finds you,
your perfume will tell him,
spring has come, it's here.
The other gentlemen don't know
and still in winter they will believe,
maybe important people,
but their calendar is running late.
2. What does the drizzle of March say ?, Angiolo Silvio Novaro
What the drizzle says
of March, which beats Argentina
on the old tiles
of the roof, on the dry peaks
of the garden, on the fig tree and on the moor
adorned with gèmmule of gold?
The gloomy winter is past,
passed, passed!
Outside the black cloud,
outside the gray cloud
that is crushed in the sky,
Spring will be released tomorrow
guernita of gems and frills,
of shiny sun,
of fresh violets,
of red primroses, of wing beats,
of nests,
of screams,
of swallows, and also
of almond tree stars, white ...
What the drizzle says
of March, which beats Argentina
on the old tiles
of the roof, on the dry peaks
of the garden, on the fig tree and on the moor
adorned with gèmmule of gold?
This sings, this says:
and the heart that listens to it is happy.
What the drizzle says
of March, which beats Argentina
on the old tiles
of the roof, on the dry peaks
of the vegetable garden.
3. The hawthorn, M. Castoldi
The hawthorn is in bloom.
Snow has color.
The jugs are full
of infinite corollas,
graceful snowfall
that does not disappear in the sun,
but gives in to a gust ...
For you they give back the flower beds
clearer in the morning
shining hawthorn.
4. Spring nursery rhyme, Lina Schwarz
We clap our little hands
Spring is coming!
The bells
rattle fans.
Celebrating song,
from seeds grow plants,
from plants spring flowers,
fruits come from flowers ...
and there is something for everyone!
5. Long live spring, Gianni Rodari
Long live spring
that travels freely
border to border
without passport,
with a following of primroses,
lilies of the valley and cyclamen
than crossing borders
change name as
illegal passengers.
all the flowers of the world are brothers.
