April 10, 2008

Spring creeps into Brooklyn.

Early Spring, Brooklyn

Early Spring, Brooklyn

Early Spring, Brooklyn

10 comments:

Meade said...

Spring creeps into Brooklyn on foggy Forsythia's fragile flowers.

ricpic said...

Light like a balm...
Winter's gone!

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Anonymous said...

      April is the cruellest month, breeding
      Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
      Memory and desire, stirring
      Dull roots with spring rain.


I remember last April, when you were at Dartmouth, and I gave you a bad restaurant recommendation in Woodstock, VT.
Eliot seemed more appropriate to the spring rain and lilacs coming out of the dead land of the Connecticut River Valley than the concrete of Brooklyn.
On the other hand, Eliot was writing about a city at the end of a river:

      Unreal City
      Under the brown fog of a winter daw
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       Hurry up please it's time


Yes, the River.

      Elizabeth and Leicester
      Beating oars
      The stern was formed     
      A gilded shell     
      Red and gold     
      The brisk swell     
      Rippled both shores
      Southwest wind     
      Carried down stream     
      The peal of bells     
      White towers     
            Weialala leia
            Wallala leialala


Does anyone ever beat oars in a gilded shell on the East River?

Peter Hoh said...

Here in Minnesota, Spring went out for a pack of cigarettes and hasn't been seen since.

rhhardin said...

Roadside Ohio yesterday
Lawn Chair
Bloodroot
Horse
Some Really Tiny Flower.

AllenS said...

It's a blistering 32ยบ in west central WI, with a fresh coating of slush/snow. I don't know how much more of this global warming I can take. I just received my tree order notification from the Polk county conservation department, and the trees will be here April 24. It had better warm up.

Meade said...

Outstanding Bloodroot photo.

Galvanized said...

The top pic is gorgeous for some reason. :) Maybe it's the bold color...or maybe the fragility of the budding twig. Not sure why, but makes me think of this quote from "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" :

"A person who pulls himself up from a low environment via the boot-strap route has two choices. Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion in his heart for those has left behind him in the cruel up climb."

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