Villanelle of Spring Bells
Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. People emerge from winter to hear them ring, children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears bells in the town alight with spring. Even he on his eyes feels the caressing finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. Bird feels the enchantment of his wing and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares. Bells in the town alight with spring warble the praise of Time, for he can bring this season: chimes the merry heaven bears make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. All evil men intent on evil thing falter, for in their cold unready ears bells in the town alight with spring make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Keith Douglas’s other poems:
- Desert Flowers
- Попойка в Каире • Cairo Jag
- Как убивают на войне • How to Kill
- Нож • The Knife
- Vergissmeinnicht (Незабудка) • Vergissmeinnicht (Forget-Me-Not)
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