If you're a new blog reader, you may not know that I have sort of resurrected this poet, who in 1924 published one now-forgotten book. You can search the blog for the history of the project; and in fact, I'm wondering if I should collect those posts into a separate linked blog. What do you think?
In any case, here's today's not very exciting submission. Tomorrow I plan to talk about Ted Hughes and perhaps do a bit of language comparison.
A Day in FebruaryJoan Arden [Milly Jourdain]When winter frost has come and gone,And spring-like days are near;I hear the sweetest noise on earth,The bird-songs everywhere.For all day long the thrushes sing,Though little green we see,And roads are damp, and air is soft,And streams flow happily.And still we feel the hidden strengthOf winter frost and snow,That makes the earth all pure and freshFor heavenly seeds to grow.