The Enkindled Spring by D H Lawerence (Poem)

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This spring as it comes burst up in bonfires green

Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,

Thorn- blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between

Where the wood fumes up and the watery flickering rushes

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration

Of green fires lit on the soil of earth, this blaze

Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild duration

Faces of people of streaming across my gaze

And I, what fountain of fire am I among

This leaping composition of spring? My spirit is tossed

About like a shadow buffettef in the throng

Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray,and is lost

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