Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Spring Morning


color version of E. H. Shepard illustration for "Spring Morning"

"Spring Morning" by A. A. Milne*

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow—
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow —
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air.
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know,
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow—
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.


When We Were Very Young review


*from When We Were Very Young, Puffin Books, reissue 1992



 
Celebrate National Poetry Month!

https://www.poets.org/national-poetry-month/home

2 comments:

  1. Replies
    1. I thoroughly enjoyed the poems in When We Were Very Young. 'Hope you will too. Thanks!

      Delete

Thank-you for taking time to share your thoughts!