Other parts of the country are in full bloom, and, the annual Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, D.C. begins tomorrow. That is one festival I hope to attend before I die! In celebration of the cherry blossoms and upcoming National Poetry Month, I have created a haiga using another of the ukiyo-e images from the Library of Congress. This one is from the artist Toyonobu Ishikawa (1711-1785). The Library of Congress has it with a title of "Hanging poems on a cherry tree." A lovely idea--hanging poems on a flowering tree! I wrote a little haiku to go with the image:
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Do a simple online search and you'll find many poems about blossoms including this one about cherry blossoms by Robert Herrick (1591–1674):
Ye may simper, blush and smile,
And perfume the air awhile;
But, sweet things, ye must be gone,
Fruit, ye know, is coming on;
Then, ah! then, where is your grace,
Whenas cherries come in place?
At the library I once made a large wooden column, which stands near our check-out desk, into a "Poet-tree." I put poems amongst cut-out paper leaves. I don't know if anyone even noticed it, but it was my way of sneaking a little poetry into my job.
Visit the Poetry Friday Round-Up being held this week at The Drift Record/Julie Larios.
My favorite cherry blossom poem is A.E. Houseman's Loveliest of Trees the Cherry Now. And today's his birthday to boot!ReplyDelete
My cherry trees are about to burst into bloom. Too bad it's going to be cold and maybe snow flurries this weekend! Last year Poets.org was doing a Free Verse Project and I took a picture of a poem by A. E. Housman on cherry blossoms written on a card & hung in my cherry tree. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/3419051995_646cb5369a.jpg Here it is.ReplyDelete
I've been so distracted lately I feel like I am missing spring. You have reminded me how quickly it flies by. Thanks!
The photo is lovely, Andromeda! I've had two comments now that mention A.E. Housman's poem, so here it is for those who don't know it:ReplyDelete
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now
LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow