Hello and welcome to the Daily Poem. I'm Heidi White, and today is Tuesday, April 27th. And today I'm going to read for you a poem by American poet Edna St. Vincent Malay. We've read a few of her poems here on the podcast. She's a wonderful poet, one of our favorites. She was a poet and a playwright. She lived from 1892 to 1950. She loved the classics. She read a lot of the classics at home as a child and many classical illusions weave throughout her poetry. She won the Pulitzer Prize in 1923 and from then on used that as a platform to grow in her stature as a poet, in the American

landscape of letters, and also as a platform for her feminist activism.

And today's poem is called Sonnet 3. And I found this poem actually on an Instagram account

that I follow Real Poets Daily. It's a fantastic account.

They post wonderful poems throughout the year and this one just stood out to me. So I thought

I would read it and give them a shout out. Thank you, Real Poets Daily. This is Sonnet 3, mindful of you, the sodden earth in spring,

and this is how it goes. Mindful of you, the sodden earth in spring, and all the flowers that in the

springtime grow, and dusty roads and thistles, and the slow rising of the round moon, all throats that sing the summer through,

and each departing wing, and all the nests that the bared branches show, and all the winds

that in any weather blow, and all the storms that the four seasons bring.

You go no more on your exaltant feet,

up paths that only missed in morning new,

or watch the wind, or listen to the beat of a bird's wings too high in the air to view.

But you were something more than young and sweet and fair, and the long year

remembers you.

This poem really stood out to me when I read it this morning.

I just like it so much.

In the spring, I, like many of you, I go a little bit crazy because it's just so wonderful to see the world coming to life again.

And spring, just the season of renewal and regeneration and change and the transition from the cold and dead of winter to the blooming and thriving of summer is just so profound. It just impacts us on

this level that that gives rise to thought for many of us. And a lot of really great poetry

is written in this spring. And spring means many, many things or brings up contemplations of

many, many things. It's a better way to say that.

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