One of the most wonderful and awe-inspiring parts of Beekman 1802 is the number of craftsmen and artists who come into the Mercantile to show us their work.  Of all the people we are fortunate enough to meet, no one inspires us more than an artist.  The way in which they see the world and interpret it through their medium encourages us to re-examine our own viewpoints.

Poets are artists with words

There’s no better way to appreciate Spring by looking at it through a poet’s eyes.

 

The Meadows In Spring

by Edward Fitzgerald


‘Tis a dull sight

To see the year dying,

When winter winds

Set the yellow wood sighing:

Sighing, oh! sighing.

 

When such a time cometh,

I do retire

Into and old room

Beside a bright fire:

Oh, pile a bright fire!

 

And there I sit

Reading old things,

Of knights and lorn damsels,

While the wind sings—

Oh, drearily sings!

 

I never look out

Nor attend to the blast;

For all to be seen

Is the leaves falling fast:

Falling, falling!

 

But close at the hearth,

Like a cricket, sit I,

Reading of summer

And chivalry—

Gallant chivalry!

 

Then with an old friend

I talk of our youth!

How ’twas gladsome, but often

Foolish, forsooth:

But gladsome, gladsome!

 

Or to get merry

We sing some old rhyme,

That made the wood ring again

In summertime—

Sweet summertime!

 

Then go we to smoking,

Silent and snug:

Nought passes between us,

Save a brown jug—

Sometimes!

 

And sometimes a tear

Will rise in each eye,

Seeing the two old friends

So merrily—

So merrily!

 

And ere to bed

Go we, go we,

Down on the ashes

We kneel on the knee,

Praying together!

 

Thus, then, live I,

Till, ‘mid all the gloom,

By heaven! the bold sun

Is with me in the room

Shining, shining!

 

Then the clouds part,

Swallow soaring between;

The spring is alive,

And the meadows are green!

 

I jump up, like mad,

Break the old pipe in twain,

And away to the meadows,

The meadows again!

 

Do you have a favorite poem or quote about Spring?  Please share it with the rest of us in the comments section below.

by Dr. Brent

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Connie Wedding

Spring is all the more deeply enjoyed for the time spent wishing and waiting for it.

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Donna L'Amour

Some haiku poems for you, dear Dr. Brent, that my friend Tracy and I wrote.

Watching life spring back

after a long Winters sleep

a joy to behold.

Apple blossom time

Pink and white flutter about

In the soft Spring breeze.

Frolicking over hills

Garbed in delicate green

Spreading daffodils.

Robins sing and strut

After April showers start

Among flowers bloom.

Lush greens of the grass

Flowers bending in the breeze

As the deer lies in the shade.

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Lisa Rebucci

Love both of you – I enjoy watching all the hard work you put into your farm and business. It's wonderful that you allow people in to observe your day to day activities. Thanks for making me smile.

It is the first mild day of March.

Each minute sweeter than before . . .

There is a blessing in the air . . .

William Wordsworth

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Melissa

A Kiss of the Sun for Pardon,

The song of a bird for mirth,

Ones nearer Gods heart in a garden,

Than any where else on earth!

An both of you are in Gods Heart, the Beekman and its dreams are evident.

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graceupongrace

from the journals of Henry David Thoreau

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each. Be blown on by all the winds. Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of Nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons. Grow green with spring, yellow and ripe with autumn. For all Nature is doing her best each moment to make us well. She exists for no other end. Do not resist her.

August 23, 1853

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Dr. Brent

Hi, Lucinda

You have a great eye. We did get a new stove so that we could work efficiently when preparing the cookbook. We love it

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Betty Lorenz

Your program is exceptional. Congrats! And Spring is a wonderful time. My favorite poem is by e.e. cummings and beings "It's Spring and the world is mudluscious…" Best of luck with the business and your work to bring Josh out of NYC full-time. Betty L.

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angel g.

Dear Dr. Brent….I love the poem you posted …I came across these simple words by Woodrow Wilson that made me think of you and Josh…You are here to enrich the world….also another for you both..by Henry George…"Let no man imagine that he has no influence. Whoever he may be, and wherever he may be placed, the man who thinks becomes a light and a power….I like to read them several times to really take it in…Blessings to you both…Thank you for all your influence and the smiles and creativity you awaken in all of us…Luv your calif. fan in my red gardening boots today…Angel..

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Douglas and Curt

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

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Paulette in New Hamp

I received my limited edition Sheep pillow yesterday and am so totally delighted! My pillow is #7/1802 … Of course, it would be fun to know where in the world other pillows end up. The workmanship and attention to detail on this special pillow should not be missed … having it signed by Josh and Brent make it extra special. Thank you!

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Jeff

Hey Brent, my partner John and I are looking forward to seeing you and Josh at Terrain (the ultimate garden store) this weekend. See you on Saturday!

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Marie Stone

Information for Ryan: Beekman Boys have their own page on Facebook..Beekman 1802 Boys. There is loads of info on this page including events in left hand column. They will be in Boston today April 25 at the Harvard Coop Bookstore from 7 to 10PM. I hope this helps you to follow them. Say hello from me if you see them!

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Edward Ewing

It must be so wonderful to stand on your porch, and look out on that beautiful view.I live in the city, where the houses are very close together. I hope to one day have some land around me. But I do the most I can with what I have at the moment. I take care of my lawn, and I have flowers, along with a vegetable garden I am planting this year. thanks to you guys for the inspiration! "Bloom Where You Are Planted" A wise man once said.

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Dr. Brent

I love this saying, Edward. You can definitely bloom anywhere. You can always dream and plan for the future, but that should never prevent you from making the most off the present

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Ryan

Hey I was lookin everywhere to see if the beekman boys are gonna be in Boston tomorrow and where, but I can't seem to find it. Anyone know any details???

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Marie Stone

If I could have my heart's desire

A small white house on a windy hill

Inside a dog beside the fire,

the time to pause to rest be still

Smelling the turf the livelong day

Listening to bees in the purple ling

Watching the clouds as they pass away

Could heart desire a fairer thing?

Eleanor Sinclair

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Snow

The Primary Vehicle

Some Dutchman made it tight.

Royce Union, 20-year-old

bike. Runs like a young man

down paths in the field.

Only ten-year-old dog outruns

its wheels. Only wind

outruns the dog. I'm rider.

I’m rider of rust and gain.

Feel the bump of glacial rocks,

the slap of rain. The gears

move with resistance, but move

into place. The pedals twirl.

Space is, was, and will be.

Land rolls and unrolls. I steer.

I steer and am secure.

Handlebars like roots. Rider,

dog, and wind fly on past

ageless trees, fly not

under the sky. Senses fuse

with soul: nose, ear, nerve and

eye. No questions now. I move.

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Shirley

OK, loving the poems, but hoping someone can help me out. We no longer get the channel that I used to watch my favorite show The Beekmans. I am desperate to see it again, is there anywhere online that I can watch them? Thanks!

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Andre Jones

After winters wrath and ravage upon my spirit wears,

the warmth beats upon white skin and sends a hopeful stare.

Winter grabs the shoulder and pries me back to gray, while feet keep plodding forth to defy the unpleasant day.

The strength of all creation seems more willing to cling, with green piercing up and buds foreseeing so waiting for the spring.

Andre' Jones

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Judith

My favorite poem is from Edna St. Vincent Millay…"Renascence" not so much about spring than being reborn..but isnt that what spring is all about? The rebirth of the world in flowers and trees and all growing things. I look forward to spring every year and I am amazed at each little seed sprouting and peeking itself through the soil and growing into something beautiful or nourishing. It makes my heart and soul soar!!

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Allison Rogers

Spring awakens something in me that winter puts to sleep; when spring arrives, I want to plant pretty flowers, stick my hands in the soil and let the grass tickle my bare feet. Winter seems to go on and on and just when I am sure I can't take ONE more cold and rainy day, spring arrives….and all of a sudden, it feels as though it never left. Spring is Easter Sunday, pastel sundresses, a hat for church and new sandals. It's the excitement of witnessing what happens when sunshine and water turn seeds into veggies. It is opening the windows to catch a fresh breeze that will gently push the winter blahs away as if to say "It's my time now." It's searching for four leaf clovers and weaving flowers together into a crown. It's enjoying the tableau that blooms and grows and becomes more beautiful every day. Welcome back, spring. It's about time we enjoyed each other's company again. Hope you can stay for a spell. 🙂

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Laurie

From A Prayer for Spring:

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; / And give us not to think so far away / As the uncertain harvest; keep us here / All simply in the springing of the year.

Robert Frost

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Lulline Phillips

You are loved with the love shown in your poetry. I hope to read more and let me absorb with all my atoms the feelings you intend the reader to enjoy….Thank You…

Lulline

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suzanne spina

That poem is so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes as I sit here. I do not know if I know a more appropriate one to post here. And I was an English Lit. major. Dr. Brent, as a doctor, no offense, but how do you know so much beautiful poetry? I would think it would be Josh who would be the expert in this area?

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Ken Newman

Then cometh Spring, which all the land doth nourish

The fields are beginning to be decked with green

The trees put forth their buds and the blossoms they do flourish

And the tender blades of corn on the earth are seen

Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing?

The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove

The flowers they are springing, the maids they go a-Maying

In love all hearts seem now to move.

Traditional folk lyrics:

from the Loreena McKennitt CD

" To drive the Cold Winter Away "

I love Loreena, her music takes me to a better place.

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Laurie

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want – oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain

Or….there's always:

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!" ~Robin Williams

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Carrie

"The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month."

–Henry Van Dyke

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Charity

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Tennyson

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ErinV

Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.

~Quoted by Lewis Grizzard in Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You

Love this one!

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Dr. Brent

Thanks for sharing all the wonderful words. Our friend Michael Whaling, the man responsible for the beautiful rock wall around the vegetable garden wrote this poem

SPRING

THE CRUST OF WINTER CRACKS
NATURE LOOSENS UP, GETS A LITTLE DRUNK ON ITSELF
AND HAS A PARTY AT ITS OWN EXPENSE

CREEKS AND RIVERS OVERFLOW, BIRDS FIGHT
AND THE GROUND NEVER SMELLED BETTER IN THE EVENING AIR

THIS TIME IS MUCH TOO SPECIAL TO BE CALLED MUD SEASON,
SPLENDID MUD SEASON IS CLOSER

GET YOUR FEET WET IN A COLD CREEK SOON,
YOU'LL BE BETTER FOR IT BY PARTICIPATING

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