Sunday, March 23, 2008


Perhaps my favorite holy day in the Christian calendar, Easter is a curious combination of seasonal change, holy contemplation, and an amalgam of pagan symbols and rituals. As today is Easter I wish you all the best of this season and leave you with a couple of Easter poems.
Pippa's Song
Robert Browning

The year 's at the spring,
And day 's at the morn;
Morning 's at seven;
The hill-side 's dew-pearl'd;

The lark 's on the wing;
The snail 's on the thorn;
God 's in His heaven—
All 's right with the world!

Holy Thursday: 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, Their Innocent Faces Clean
William Blake

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,
Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow.

O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town!
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a boy:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company;
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

A Prayer in Spring
Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

Picture Books

The Golden Egg Book by Margaret Wise Brown and illustrated by Leonard Weisgard Recommended

The Story of Easter by Aileen Lucia Fisher and illustrated by Stefano Vitale Recommended

The Easter Bunny That Overslept by Priscilla Friedrich and illustrated by Ott Friedrich and Donald Saaf Suggested

The Easter Story by Anita Ganeri and illustrated by Rachael Phillips Suggested

The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes by Du Bose Heyward and illustrated by Marjorie Flack Highly Recommended

Spot's First Easter by Eric Hill Suggested

Silly Tilly and the Easter Bunny by Lillian Hoban Suggested

The Bird's Gift by Eric A. Kimmel and illustrated by Katya Krenina Suggested

The Easter Rabbit's Parade by Lois Lenski Suggested

Rechenka's Eggs by Patricia Polacco Recommended

The Easter Story by Gennadii Spirin Suggested

Max's Chocolate Chicken by Rosemary Wells Suggested

The Easter Story by Brian Wildsmith Suggested

He Is Risen by Elizabeth Winthrop Recommended

The Bunny Who Found Easter by Charlotte Zolotow and illustrated by Helen Craig Recommended

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