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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's
poems and translations
have appeared
in nearly fifty
print and online
journals throughout
the United States,
Canada and Great
Britain, including
The Barefoot Muse,
Calenture, Centrifugal
Eye, Contemporary
Rhyme, Lucid Rhythms,
The Road Not Taken,
Trellis Magazine,
and forthcoming
(May 2008) in
the Concelebratory
Shoehorn Review.
A complimentary
copy of his chapbook,
The Death of Orpheus,
and Other Poems,
Original and Translated,
can be requested
at: emart40x@yahoo.com
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