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Reverdie

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French Poetry

 

The Reverdie (Old French - re-greening) is a genre of verse from the Middle Ages that welcomed the arrival of Spring. It celebrates the new green of the fields, the return of the birds singing and the traditional time of love. Emphasis was on the diminutive or small things. Often Spring would be symbolized by a young maiden, similar to the Irish Aisling in which a woman symbolizing Ireland described her plight.

 

With Spring comes Easter and some poets used the genre to celebrate the resurrection comparing the coming of Spring with the longing for heaven or using the verse to praise of the Virgin Mary. Later Occitan troubadours extended the genre to the coming of other seasons.

 

The frame is at the discretion of the poet. However, poets have often used the frame of the Chanson in 5 or 6 stanzas without refrain.

 

The Spring by Thomas Carew (1595-1640}

 

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost

Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream

Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;

But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,

And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth

To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree

The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.

Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring

In triumph to the world the youthful spring.

The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array

Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.

Now all things smile; only my love doth lour;

Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power

To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold

Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.

The ox, which lately did for shelter fly

Into the stall, doth now securely lie

In open fields; and love no more is made

By the fireside, but in the cooler shade

Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep

Under a sycamore, and all things keep

Time with the season; only she doth carry

June in her eyes, in her heart January.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Cleaning by Judi Van gorder

 

Time to open the windows

and clean out the closets,

moving the wools to the back.

 

Hiding Easter eggs

and preparing tax forms,

all part of the ritual.

 

Blossoms, budding flowers,

sunshine and light showers,

herald the arrival of spring.

 

 

Spring Awakening by Judi Van Gorder

 

Tight, timid buds

hold close to winter bared branches,

not quite ready to wake to

the springtime sun

while bolder blossoms

are refreshed by random drops

of the morning rain.

 

Beginning bursts of reds

and golds spring

from rich deep greens

joined by more subtle hues

of purples and pinks.

Last night's call saying

you were coming home,

all promises of renewal

fluttering in the April breeze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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