Featured Poem: The Enkindled Spring by D.H. Lawrence

After what seems like an eternity of winter, the biting chill in the air is dissipating to give way to temperatures that are altogether more suitable (see: in double figures) and, if the sun is not always forthcoming with its rays, it is making more of a regular appearance to greet us. Yes, spring is finally in bloom. And I, for one, am very pleased to welcome in the new season.

Don’t get me wrong – winter does have its delights, and it will be rather sad to bid farewell to cosy nights in front of the fire accompanied by a mug of hot chocolate. Yet, spring is my favourite season, for a great number of reasons. As with so much in life, I enjoy it for the very small, simple but hugely satisfying pleasures it brings. Smelling the fresh, unmistakeably first-days-of-spring-like scent in the air; seeing the new green and blossom on the trees; not having to bundle yourself up in layer after layer (and, if you’re feeling particularly daring, venturing outside minus coat or jacket); choosing to take the slightly longer route while walking home to really enjoy the sunshine. All little things but things that make an overwhelming amount of difference to a day. Even the sound and feel of the word that represents the season brings to mind images full of brightness, action and motivation – we’re all somewhat coiled tight, hibernating against the harshness of winter and as spring arrives we’re released, bouncing free and getting a new lease of life.

This week’s featured poem by D.H. Lawrence also brings forth absolutely wonderful images of the season; the whole of the first stanza, with its ‘bursts up of bonfires green/wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes’ conjures up delicious treats for both the eyes and ears. The ongoing motif of fire is interesting, relating not only to the comparable heat of spring compared to the season just departed but also to its energy that comes on quietly yet quickly consumes and astounds.

The Enkindled Spring

This spring as it comes bursts 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 the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.

D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

2 thoughts on “Featured Poem: The Enkindled Spring by D.H. Lawrence”

  1. Spring has sprung or maybe not, although on sunday i did have a t-shirt on WOW! dont get to excited!!!
    I look forward to spring as invokes fealings of new beginingsand new life developing and shooting forth. I would not say Spring is my favourite season as i also love autumn when things begin to shrivel and die don,t worry people oftem tell me i am peculiar!!)

    I think autumn and spring are par tners in a funny sortof a way although maybe waring ones SPRING is the begining with its new joyous colours erupting after the cold dull white winter and Autumn geting ready for the coming DREADEDWINTER!!! BUT is full of the most beautiful coloursat the end of summer before we go back into the DRAB grey again!!
    Although i always watch the weather forecast they often get it wrong as the seasons have seem to have got abit confused and an autumnal day will crop up in .whenever it feals like in the year!!!
    I live opposite a park and in the winter people seem to be rushing home to their fire ,er central heating but now hopefully with the warrmer rays of the sun people may find the time to pause and say hello.
    Spring aso brings with it Easter , also considered a time of new beginingsand for people to start afresh although Never go as far as SPRING – CLEANING that is taking things abit to far !!I believe in new beginings but some aspects of the past are nice to hold onto!!!

  2. I’m reminded of some earlier words of yours Lisa when introducing us – with your excellent passionate style! – to Walt Whitman’s poem ‘That Music All Around Me’. You spoke of how you have an obsession with lyrics and how ….”It just fascinates me how singular words can be placed together to say something quite profound and beautiful, in poetry and music alike”

    Well, for me, I am pulled into words, their somehow, inexplicable human rhythm placed alongisde one another, suddenly and surprisingly revealing something. As if afterwards, after the sound, catching something like Walt Whitman’s realisation of “That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning-yet long untaught I did not hear”. D H Lawrence struts equivalent passionate potential.

    And I, what fountain of fire am I among
    This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
    About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
    Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.

    No waiting around for a cliche here or there – straight into flow potential, the ‘here and now’ of physically imaged speed of light, explosive, fast, time synapses, words joining together -‘ this blaze
    Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration’ Lawrence almost beating into existence the seemingly inexplicable -this fountain of fire – spring, an echo’s rush, back into existence – rupturing times walls between each coming year. I do think we all have this ‘hooking up potential’ as Lawrence creates, absolutely, almost losing himself in its power – a shadow that’s gone astray and is lost’ – powerful stuff!

    Hmm, does any of this make sense to anyone? Or is it just me getting a little excited

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