A Slip of Spring

Mar 20, 2017 | Posted by the IEW Blog Team


Spring is never late in her arrival by date, although some of us may be embracing her warmth a little more quickly thanks to our favorable geographical location. Regardless of whether you are in New York or Albuquerque and your temperature gauge reads 24 or 72, sit back and enjoy a beautiful spring poem written by Harlem Renaissance poet Claude McKay.

After the Winter

By Claude McKay


Some day, when trees have shed their leaves

And against the morning’s white

The shivering birds beneath the eaves

Have sheltered for the night,

We’ll turn our faces southward, love,

Toward the summer isle

Where bamboos spire to shafted grove

And wide-mouthed orchids smile.


And we will seek the quiet hill

Where towers the cotton tree,

And leaps the laughing crystal rill,

And works the droning bee.

And we will build a cottage there

Beside an open glade,

With black-ribbed blue bells blowing near,

And ferns that never fade.

We hope you enjoyed this glimpse into spring! If your spring weather has not yet arrived, perhaps this will warm your spirit as you tighten your jacket against March’s shrill winds! Be comforted; spring is near!

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