A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
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This poetry is bout revelation or divine experience especially in spring...and not in any other season of the year which is told in the first stanza.
The second stanza talks about the supernatural power (color ) on the meditating hills ..which cannot be overtaken by science and felt only by humans.
The third stanza is about the unseen divine revelation in her lawn( her garden)..maybe where she writes her poetry. It shows her the mysterious truth which is unreachable and almost speaks to her.
Fourth stanza says about the departure of her poetic inspiration along with the sun (light) as evening falls and leaving her lonely.
Fifth stanza talks a about the qualitative loss of creativity as the the materialistic trade encroaches upon the divine experience.
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This poem is very beautiful. Seems obvious to me that Emily Loved Spring. I think my first Love would've enjoyed this poem very much. His Love for spring may well have never been matched.
Emily has quite captured the human Love affair with life renewing itself, starting over.....and in such a tender, amazingly beautiful way.
~ ~ Sincerely, Janet ~ ~
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