Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now

Love this poem very much..10

If you come down here, a very long ride, you'll see it bloom at Christmastide.

Nobody knows how many springs they have left, except maybe the salesman at the hardware store. My father thought he would go at about age 52, because that's how old his father lived to be. However, he lived to be 86, the same as his mother was when she passed away. I like the thought in the last verse, though, to go and enjoy the blossoms at every opportunity.

But what makes me astonished objects are getting somehow abstract by its shape when time by spring is being counting casually to demonstrate the passion of individual living. Even the beautiful imagery of last line becomes much useless to apply.

Like most other poems of Housman, this one is characterized by its exquisite simplicity and beauty. The subtle reminder of the ephemeral nature of life introduces a note of sadness, which makes the poem all the more sweet.

I read this first when I was only twenty. Now at forty, I've only thirty springs left, so I recite this regularly each spring. Housman is so simple and sweet, but true.