Monday, March 20, 2017

Spring Has Come By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Spring is here and boy are we dancing a jig for its official arrival. We feel poetically invigorated and tea-liciously energetic.

As we welcome Spring 2017, we want to kick off the season with this poem, "Spring Has Come" by American polymath and a member of the Fireside Poets, Oliver Wendell Holmes.

Spring Has Come
By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Intra Muros

    The sunbeams, lost for half a year,
    Slant through my pane their morning rays;
    For dry northwesters cold and clear,
    The east blows in its thin blue haze.

    And first the snowdrop's bells are seen,
    Then close against the sheltering wall
    The tulip's horn of dusky green,
    The peony's dark unfolding ball.

    The golden-chaliced crocus burns;
    The long narcissus-blades appear;
    The cone-beaked hyacinth returns
    To light her blue-flamed chandelier.

    The willow's whistling lashes, wrung
    By the wild winds of gusty March,
    With sallow leaflets lightly strung,
    Are swaying by the tufted larch.

    The elms have robed their slender spray
    With full-blown flower and embryo leaf;
    Wide o'er the clasping arch of day
    Soars like a cloud their hoary chief.

    See the proud tulip's flaunting cup,
    That flames in glory for an hour, - 
    Behold it withering, - then look up, - 
    How meek the forest monarch's flower!

    When wake the violets, Winter dies;
    When sprout the elm-buds, Spring is near:
    When lilacs blossom, Summer cries,
    "Bud, little roses! Spring is here!"

    The windows blush with fresh bouquets,
    Cut with the May-dew on their lips;
    The radish all its bloom displays,
    Pink as Aurora's finger-tips.

    Nor less the flood of light that showers
    On beauty's changed corolla-shades, - 
    The walks are gay as bridal bowers
    With rows of many-petalled maids.

    The scarlet shell-fish click and clash
    In the blue barrow where they slide;
    The horseman, proud of streak and splash,
    Creeps homeward from his morning ride.

    Here comes the dealer's awkward string,
    With neck in rope and tail in knot, - 
    Rough colts, with careless country-swing,
    In lazy walk or slouching trot.

    . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    Wild filly from the mountain-side,
    Doomed to the close and chafing thills,
    Lend me thy long, untiring stride
    To seek with thee thy western hills!

    I hear the whispering voice of Spring,
    The thrush's trill, the robin's cry,
    Like some poor bird with prisoned wing
    That sits and sings, but longs to fly.

    Oh for one spot of living greed, - 
    One little spot where leaves can grow, - 
    To love unblamed, to walk unseen,
    To dream above, to sleep below!

Monday, January 16, 2017

Tea & Poetry Favorites

Tea, Poetry, National Hot Tea Month 
In celebration of National Hot Tea Month, we are inviting you to give a shout-out to your favorite flavor of hot tea. And what's a cup of hot tea without a shot of poetry? So, while you're at it give a shout-out to your favorite book of poetry or your favorite poet!

Have a #TEAlicious and #poetic day!
Happy #NationalHotTeaMonth!

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year!

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2016 was certainly a year filled with many highs and lows, but if you're reading this message, then you successfully survived that roller-coaster ride last year. As we begin a new year, may we strive to make this year one of our best years ever! To all of our tea and poetry enthusiasts, we wish you a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Monday, October 31, 2016

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Vintage Books of Poetry for Sale

We were contacted by Diana Wilson, one of our followers who informed us that she has approximately 50 original-print hardback books of poetry, dating from the late 1800’s to the early 1900’s. She inherited this vintage collection, but sadly is unable to display them as she would like to. It would be such an injustice to see these precious volumes just sit and collect dust when someone would be able to genuinely appreciate them. 

Diana is seeking to sell them to a period book collector and/or poetry enthusiast, or for someone who is interested in purchasing the books to give as a gift. She kindly shared her contact number (865-804-4143) or you can email her at for serious inquiries and negotiations only. What a treasure trove for your library, a literary display in a museum or for historical archives.