Seasons Poems

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
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Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on
us?
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Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
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My window shews the travelling clouds,
Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky,
The making and the melting crowds:
The whole world passes; I stand by.
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy;
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
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Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."

And he said:
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I lived in those times. For a thousand years
I have been dead. Not fallen, but hunted;
When all human decency was imprisoned,
I was free amongst the masked slaves.
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When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass
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I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
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You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
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In beauty we dwell
Blooming stark from spring,
Who moves with flight,
Seasons the air
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The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
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I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
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And a woman spoke, saying, 'Tell us of Pain.'

And he said:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
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A friend to light a candle
When darkness overcomes.
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums.
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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
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And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

And he answered:
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How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.
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<i>Horace, Odes, iv, 7</i>

The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
And grasses in the mead renew their birth,
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Seven seasons of plenty, Seven seasons of famine

Times and seasons happen to all,
Very few understand the dynamics of times and seasons,
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Summer, autumn, spring, winter
It all comes to a heed, blossoms bloom so & eventually wither
Oh how I wonder what ‘tis to experience all the four seasons at the four seasons
The earthly orbit set in motion by the Creator with no explicable reason
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Summer, autumn, spring, winter
It all comes to a heed, blossoms bloom so & eventually wither
Oh how I wonder what ‘tis to experience all the four seasons at the four seasons
The earthly orbit set in motion by the Creator with no explicable reason
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Relativity of Seasons is with hot and cold climates, leaves and flowers, rain and snow;
Seasons beautiful time is Spring time followed by Summer with bright days and clear sky;
The Autumn with drying of leaves and falling everywhere followed by Winter cold;
Four seasons in all round the year, Nature of Earth governs all lives in the world!
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'Four seasons fill the measure of the year

There are four seasons in the mind of man'
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When sultry days are intimidated by fiery sun's might,
Ambrosial winds soothe restless souls in the moonlit night.
For itinerants, these are sweltering days of rampant sun,
In the odyssey of mankind, they have been never loved one.
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Seasons and reasons,
Seasons of life;

Seasons of love,
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One early January sunny day outside my bedroom window there was a beautiful Red Robin

Just walking along the green grass or early in January in January one might ask because I asked the same in my mind
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Seasons divinely made, none can change nor alter
Early sticking to act, wins worth, so be quick
sown seed sprout out fast, finish before time end
Seasons divinely made, none can change nor alter
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A poem on Canadian seasons
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I like the sound of Four Seasons Hotel
For if there are four seasons in Canada
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