A day of poems for the burgeoning Spring.
A poem for spring. Noma Dumezweni reads The Cherry Trees, by Edward Thomas.
A poem for the first day of a new season: Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
A poem for the first day of spring: Alice Oswald reads her A Wood Coming into Leaf.
Spring poems: Charlotte Mew's In the Fields and Philip Larkin's The Trees.
"Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly"
Poet Simon Armitage reads from his translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
"Bless us with their long-travelled light"
"I love all films that start with rain: rain, braiding a windowpane"
"Then all the dead opened their cold palms and released the snow"
"Ghost-grey the fall of night, Ice-bound the lane"
"Perfect Day I am just a woman of the shore"
"The great bay-window was spawning snow and pink roses against it"
"The synth lines slide like ice sheets"
"The Frost performs its secret ministry"
