Villanelle Of Spring Bells Poem by Keith Douglas
Villanelle Of Spring Bells
Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.
Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring
warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Submitted by Andrew Todd
A villanelle which lingers in the mind long after spring has gone. It is appealing to be 'in the town alight with spring'.
" Bells in the town alight with spring" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A well constructed villanelle that beautifully captures spring in all of its sumptuous glory.
warble the praise of Time, for he can bring this season: chimes the merry heaven bears make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing......//// beautiful expression on the time of Spring// yeah bell thy heart in time and enjoy the all peacefully in time; this time will serve the happiest outcome///
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/15/2024 4:41:25 AM # 1.0.0
I cannot believe this poem is rated so low, from the wonderful first lines Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. To beautiful content lines like 'Bird feels the enchantment of his wing' and 'warble the praise of Time, for he can bring' to the final stanza which speaks volume with All evil men intent on evil thing falter, for in their cold unready ears bells in the town alight with spring make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. This is a call to honour nature and spring, to refrain from evil and war, this poem is worthy of being read between the lines.10+++