Looking forward to April, I look at the inches of snow on my lawn and dream of spring and think of poetry. I started to look for spring themed poems and learned that the poet and humanist Walt Whitman published his poem, The First Dandelion, in The New York Herald on March 12, 1888, a day before a blizzard hit — not unlike March 2018.
My explorations also led me to various treatises on why there are so many humanist poets, or at least, on the connection between humanism and poetry. One underlying theme seems to be the self-consciousness of poetry, particularly in terms of consciousness of self — in other words, that deep introspection to what it means to be human and thus the power of the human spirit. I won’t use up my space on topics many dissertations have been written on, but will instead give you all a poem of spring.
The First Dandelion
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics,
had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—
innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful