HISTORY OF THE POEM “SPRING”
Pleased with the spring, the poet writes in the beautiful park. He breathes in the scent of flowers, ob serves the insects and listens to their buzzing. He com pares them to people and realizes that they are part of life. Believing himself to be a god, he blesses them.
SPRING
I love spring
because it brings me
the perfume of flowers
and the humming of insects.
Flowers are Earth’s women.
With their perfume
they conquer
the insects, who carry
the golden pollen of love.
The insects are
winged men of heaven
who kiss the flowers
at dawn and
at sunset.
At dusk
the insects sleep
in the heart of flowers,
together until
the sun awakens them.
Without flowers,
without insects, life is sad;
they bring music
and perfume into our lives.
I observe them with happiness.
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