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French Verse

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.



~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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