Would any of you readerly MNrs help me to find some poems please?

[WhiteBumOfTheMountain]

I need to find some poetry which deals with certain topics/themes....specifically Spring, Virginity, May Day and related imagery....you get the kind of thing I mean?

I was hoping for classical type poetry? Any suggetions? Pleeeese?

try just putting 'poems about spring' into google

Spring by William Blake

Sound the Flute!
Now it's mute.
Birds delight
Day and Night
Nightingale
In the dale
Lark in Sky
Merrily
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

Little Boy
Full of joy,
Little Girl
Sweet and small,
Cock does crow
So do you.
Merry voice
Infant noise
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

Little Lamb
Here I am.
Come and lick
My white neck.
Let me pull
Your soft Wool.
Let me kiss
Your soft face
Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year

Licking of necks is a bit creepy though! :)

Wordsworth Daffodils can't remember the title!
Virginity not sure but something makes me think of Romeo and Juliet, there may be songs in the play about suchlike.

Virginity - To His Coy Mistress?

On May Morning
by John Milton

Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

I like this site - Poemhunter.

TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.

Spring

NOTHING is so beautiful as spring ?
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush?s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth?s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. ? Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid?s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Ha - you beat me to Gather Ye Rosebuds: that was my next one!

where does 'it was a lover and his lass with a hey and a ho and a hey, with a hey and a ho, nonny, nonny no." come from?
It's Shakespeare, maybe As You Like It.

yes it's from 'As You Like It' queenceleste (had to sing it at school )

My goodness! I went away as I thought it would take days to get any responses! YAY! Thank you all so much!

Reading now.

e.e cummings
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Christina Rossetti
and Shakespeare's sonnets cover the lot

The Trees - Larkin - I love this
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Love that Larkin one - it's almost positive, for him, too! :)

Martin Amis pointed out that it's the same metre as 'They Fuck you up' and presents an almost mirror image of it

kurrikurri I did too!
The tune never leaves my head!
It's hard not to sing it in a foolish and embarrassing way, an odd voice and jerky head movements like a puppet isn't it?

What about, er, Wordsworth fer yer nature poems? Spring = daffodils, for instance - also flick books 1 and 2 of the Prelude.

and ee cummings for that matter, shorter.

That Larkin one reminds me of Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost:

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

QueenCeleste - yes it's compulsory to sing it in that way Did you also have to sing 'Full Fathom Five' from the Tempest?

Morning has Broken?

it's not spring specifically but all about newness & freshness & whatnot

by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird;
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass;
Praise for the sweetness,
Of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness
Where his feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light
Eden saw play;
Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God's re-creation
Of the new day.