Dreams are whispering
In peace and freedom
Affections here to sing
In each and every bloom
The gardens become green
To share in its beauty
And everything yet not seen
Is here to rise and be
Oh sweetness of new spring
The time of tranquil day
When little birds shall sing
And on the boughs play
When harmony comes in
With breezing that will breeze
And take a little spin
In between the greening trees
We love this time of year
When darkness leaves the sky
And the fragrances with flair
Rides the waiting high
We love this wonderful time
For all that is new
The freshness into prime
When the sky is blue
Each day we treasure dear
Each hour so quite and near
So easy on the eyes
The tinctures beautiful rise
The sunshine everywhere
That comes through here and there
To learn to live and love
And bring peace around much of
The yesterdays are gone
With darkness and its grieve
Now here is only fun
And rain soothes just so brief
This is what we go for
And memories shall keep
When there is summer no more
And only demise deep
But let us feel it now
Inside with pleasures
With every summer set vow
That eye and heart treasures
The world is full of contrast
For seeds in the earth
But life must come and trust
Each living and its worth
There is in this all hope
The tides will bring with peace
Let none of it elope
Into the blowing breeze
For we must see and trust
The ways that surrounds us
Before the summer is lost
Into the stretching buss
The beauty of summer's breast
Is just for a moment dressed
And in its way blessed
(In POETRY IN THE MAKING (1970) Hughes stated that there is no ideal form of poetry or writing. His poetry ranged from free verse to highly structured forms and rhyme schemes. He gradually abandoned traditional forms and stated that the 'very sound of metre calls up the ghosts of the past and it is difficult to sing one's own tune against the choir.'
Ted Hughes (1930-1998) - byname of Edward J. Hughes)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem