‘Nothing is so beautiful as Spring’ (Gerald Manley Hopkins). Although it may not seem like it when you step outside, the official start of spring is this week. Books and poems celebrating the season about. What’s your favourite read that evokes the season of rebirth?
To get started, one could begin at the beginning. Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales famously opens:
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licóurOf which vertú engendred is the flour
I heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.
It was, that year, a particularly wonderful spring, and of all the months at San Salvatore April, if the weather was fine, was best. May scorched and withered; March was restless, and could be hard and cold in its brightness; but April came along softly like a blessing, and if it were a fine April it was so beautiful that it was impossible not to feel different, not to feel stirred and touched.
Although the season itself may be short, the possibilities of springtime reads are endless. What’s your own favourite? Join the chat in the comments below, or use the hashtag #MondayMusing on Twitter or Facebook.