As bitter winds whip around our snowbound house, I’m truly desperate for a gentler climate where my body might relax after so many months of shivering. It’s not going to happen this year. Instead, I’ll read. As Emily Dickinson said, invoking a book’s power to transport a reader: “How frugal is the Chariot / That bears a Human soul.”
As we move toward the Vernal Equinox, I’ll keep daffodils on my table, eat the last of the good Cara Cara oranges, and visit the indoor botanical garden at Smith College. There, the camellias and tulips and orange blossoms are blooming this week, and the balmy palm room creates an illusion of a tropical island grove. My favorite room is the one with aromatic plants and I especially enjoy how everyone moans a little when they lean down to smell the peppermint and thyme and rosemary and rose geranium! I do, too.
In advance of actual spring, here are some poems to help you endure what remains of winter, and to soothe the ache of our current political situation. For best effect, click through to read the full text of each one.