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Morning
in Spring
by
Eric Martin
(From
the French of
Hector Berlioz,
1803-69.)
Lingering
winter yields
itself at last
To spring, as
Nature re-erects
her spires.
Heaven’s
brightening dome,
serene and vast,
Distills dissolving
dews and warming
fires.
Morning’s
breath, incensed
by blossoming
trees,
Pervades my lips,
and permeates
my soul.
Songbirds, waking,
blend their melodies
With those of
woodland rill
and grassy knoll.
Ah! to live like
this in solitude
—
Far from the discords
of the multitude!
©
2007 by Eric Martin
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About the Author
Eric
Martin began
writing poetry
in 1994, yet has
only recently
returned to it
after a hiatus
of seven years.
He has had poems
published in numerous
print and online
journals -- recently,
in Nomad’s
Choir, Samsara,
Suzerain Enterprises,
and The Iconoclast.
He is also the
author of five
chapbooks, published
(though now out-of-print)
by The Plowman,
and a book-length
collection, Broken
Reflections, self-published
for private circulation.
His literary and
artistic inspirations
include the poetry
of Lord Byron
and Edgar A. Poe,
the classical
music of Hector
Berlioz and Franz
Liszt, and the
artwork of Eugene
Delacroix, Francisco
Goya, and Max
Klinger. He currently
resides in Presque
Isle, Maine, and
can be contacted
at the following
email address:
emart40x
[AT] yahoo.com |
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