The Art of Spring: 10 poems in French
A transition season between the frigid days of winter and the overwhelming summer heat waves, spring time is a bearer of rarely disappointing promises. Nature wakes up back to life, animals run around frolicking in search of new mates and of course! We feel so, but so much lighter!
Seasons have always inspired artists. Perpetual source of inspiration, the inmutable journey of the Earth around the sun scrolls under the marvelled senses of paintors, musicians and creators eager to eternalise the season’s charms.
Is there a clear preference for spring? So many first hand artists have shared their vision of spring : the freshness, the life, the vivid colors of the season of re-birth. The spring spirit unfolds in notes at times cheerful, and at times nostalgic.
For artists, the arrival of spring often celebrates their love and their songs are a tribute of promised times with their cherished ones, or the spleen of a lonely heart in the beautiful season.
The beauty of nature coming back to life is also a great source of inspiration. Paintors spread nuanced colours on their canvas wheareas lyricists offer countless metaphores to appraise the beauty of the season.
We have gathered in this series of blogposts the most stunning artworks dedicated to spring, by paintors, masters of music, poets and singers alike. With strokes of colours, words, notes or verses, they have all unveiled to us the magic of springtime. We hope you will enjiy this selection.
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The Art of Spring: French Poetry
French is the language of love! Since Jean-Antoine du Baïf in the XVIth century, Victor Hugo, Paul Verlaine, Théophile Gauthier and several others have put spring in words.
10 poems on Spring:
2. Fleurs d’aurore (Nérée Beauchemin)
Ensemble nous irons encore
Cueillir dans les prés, au matin,
De ces bouquets couleur d’aurore
Qui fleurent la rose et le thym.
Nous y boirons l’odeur subtile,
Les capiteux aromes blonds
Que, dans l’air tiède et pur, distille
La flore chaude des vallons.
Radieux, secouant le givre
Et les frimas de l’an dernier,
Nos chers espoirs pourront revivre
Au bon vieux soleil printanier.
Tiré du recueil "Les floraisons matutinales" (1897)
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