‘Spring’ and Other Poetry by Corey Browning The Society May 7, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 4 Comments Spring O hallow tulip, flower of the spring, I cannot wait until the sun may bring, From out the earth your amethystine grace, Your smell, your pinkish shade, your tender face. For of your musky scent does bringeth glee, So come! My lovely spring, come gladden me! The Sparrow (An Imperfect Poem) O, as the leaves of winter fall and die, And mingle with the softest, lightest snow, The trees thus naked, bare and cold do lie, Inside the weakened sun’s December glow. A forest silent, animals burrow, The scenery thus azure, deep and dark; From out the sea of oak does fly a sparrow, From out the silent wood, the sparrow lark. O as this sparrow lark does fly alone! A solitary spark across the sky, Across the em’rald sea the sparrow flown, A spot of brown amid the bluest dye. Tis’ something mystic of this single bird, As it does fly inside the winter air, For thus the forest life its presence stirred, From out the frozen ground came all her fair. The creatures all thus ran throughout the trees, To follow that sole sparrow in the sky, Not hindered by the arctic winter breeze, They yearned to join that sparrow and thus fly. Though bound to earth, they all did wish to bathe, Inside the crimson rays from out the sun, Thus to the animals the sparrow saith, “My friends though fly you can’t, must now you run!” Thus run did all the deer, and all the game, The packs of wolves, and wild dogs arrayed, The creatures of the wood did run so tame, Towards the sparrow in the sky, displayed. They ran and ran into the late of night, Beyond into the snowy laden fields, The countryside there basking in the light, From out a thousand stars the sky did yield. Beyond the winter solstice did they run, In chase of that lone sparrow in the sky, The friends of fowl had only yet begun, To run forever on until they die. The animals the sparrow did bewitch, To follow it until the end of days, And still they run throughout all field and ditch, The wild ones forever in its sway. O, as the leaves of winter fall and die, And mingle with the softest, lightest snow, The trees thus naked, bare and cold do lie, Inside the weakened sun’s December glow. A forest silent, all the ground lay fallow, The scenery thus azure, deep and dark; A sea of oak so empty and so hallow, And far into the vast, the sparrow lark. Corey J. Browning is a poet from Brooklyn, New York who finds inspiration in the poetry of classical writers such as Dante Alighieri, Edmund Spenser, John Milton, and John Keats. He has written previously in historical journals such as “The Casebook Examiner” and “Ripperologist.” Corey is currently working towards a degree in History at the City University of New York. Featured Image: www.anjaslijkhuis.com NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Reid McGrath May 8, 2016 Very Bryantesque, but, for a long poem, appealing. I especially liked the image of the land animals running after the aerial sparrow. Nice work with the tulip poem as well: polished and petite. Reply Corey browning May 8, 2016 Hello Reid, thank you very much! I had to research a bit what you meant regarding ‘The Sparrow’ being “bryantesque”, did you mean showing a quality similar to the poet William Cullen Bryant? Up until now I had never read his poetry. Reply Reid McGrath May 10, 2016 Hey Corey, On a surface-level, “The Sparrow” reminded me of the famous Bryant poem concerning another solitary bird: i.e. the ambiguous waterfowl of “To a Waterfowl;” and the poet, you, musing on this aerial creature’s singular and celestial flight. You should also read “Thanatopsis,” a poem Bryant wrote when he was very young and which affirmed his reputation as one of the potential great poets of the nineteenth century. I will attach “To a Waterfowl.” Cheers, RM To a Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler’s eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek’st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sing On the chafed ocean side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast– The desert and illimitable air– Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o’er thy sheltered nest. Thou’rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. Chara July 19, 2016 Wow, beautiful work. You have me inspired! Keep it up. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. 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