Celia Thaxter


Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 5th of March 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

On today’s episode we celebrate the arrival of the meteorological start of Spring in the UK with the poem March, by Celia Thaxter.  After a week of living with the “Beast From The East” Winter is still with us. According to the astronomical calendar Winter doesn’t start in the Northern Hemisphere until the Vernal Equinox on the 20.03.18, so we have a few cold weeks to go yet.

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I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill

Such bright gold under my window-sill!

Is it fairy gold?    Does it glitter still?

Bless me! it is a daffodil!


And look at the crocuses keeping tryst

With the daffodil by the sunshine kissed.

Like beautiful bubbles of amethyst

They seem, blown out of the earth’s snow-mist.


And snowdrops’ delicate fairy bells

With a pale green tint like the ocean swells;

And the hyacinths wearing their perfumed spells!

The ground is a rainbow of asphodels!


Who said that March was a scold and a shrew?

Who said she had nothing on earth to do

But tempests and furies and tempests to brew?

Why, look at the wealth she has lavished on you!


O March that blusters and March that blows,

What colour under your footsteps glows!

Beauty you summon from winter snows,

And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.