The poem describes spring bursting forth like bonfires and flames, with emerald trees puffing smoke, thorn blossoms lifting in wreaths, and wood fumes rising from flickering rushes. The speaker is amazed at this "conflagration" of green fires lit on the earth and growing sparks that puff in wild gyration, with faces of people streaming across their gaze. Among this "leaping combustion" of spring, the speaker's spirit feels like a shadow buffeted and tossed about in the throng of flames, like a shadow that is gone astray and lost.
The poem describes spring bursting forth like bonfires and flames, with emerald trees puffing smoke, thorn blossoms lifting in wreaths, and wood fumes rising from flickering rushes. The speaker is amazed at this "conflagration" of green fires lit on the earth and growing sparks that puff in wild gyration, with faces of people streaming across their gaze. Among this "leaping combustion" of spring, the speaker's spirit feels like a shadow buffeted and tossed about in the throng of flames, like a shadow that is gone astray and lost.
The poem describes spring bursting forth like bonfires and flames, with emerald trees puffing smoke, thorn blossoms lifting in wreaths, and wood fumes rising from flickering rushes. The speaker is amazed at this "conflagration" of green fires lit on the earth and growing sparks that puff in wild gyration, with faces of people streaming across their gaze. Among this "leaping combustion" of spring, the speaker's spirit feels like a shadow buffeted and tossed about in the throng of flames, like a shadow that is gone astray and lost.