Spring, Poem by Auguste Angellier

Poem by Auguste Angellier Collection The Path of SeasonsPeriod 20th century

The green buds, the white buds
Are already piercing the tips of branches,
And, near the streams, the ponds
Whose banks are strewn with periwinkles,
They tint the trembling shrubs;

The white buds, the pink buds,
On the bushes, the espaliers,
Will change into blossoms;
And the birds, in the thickets,
Already speak among themselves of roses;

The green buds, the gray buds,
Shining with gum and sap,
Cover the bark that bursts
Along the dwindled twigs;
The white buds, the red buds,
Sow the universal awakening,
From the black courtyards of hovels

To the pure summit on which,
O dazzling snow, you stir;
Milky buds of chestnut trees,
Bronze buds of old oaks,
Mauve buds of almond trees,
Glaucomas buds of young ash trees,
Crimson buds of apple trees,

Pale amber buds of the willow,
Their shiver spreads and runs,
Through everything, toward the cold pole,
And growing with the day
That slowly emerges from its cell,
Casts over the wood, the meadow,
The mount, the vale, the fields, the sands,
Its immense web all ready
To open into innumerable flowers
Over the transfigured world.

Auguste Angellier

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