From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
In our Writer's Digest Poem a Day challenge:
write a location poem. Location could be physical–like the laundromat, a public park, a glacier, flying saucer, etc. Or location could be emotional, psychological, metaphysical, or some other kind of word that ends in -al. Or surprise everyone!And for this one, I refer you to not just one but five (!) location poems that have previously appeared here on CathyBlogs:
City of Light (and it's not about Paris, just to warn you)
Flyover Country (not about Paris, either)
New York. New York. a litany
Where I Discovered Paris (Yes! It's about Paris!)
And If Paris Opens Herself (Ditto)