spring is like a perhaps 

Hand in a window 

(carefully to 

and fro moving New and 

Old things,while 

people stare carefully 

moving a perhaps 

fraction of flower here placing 

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

–E. E. Cummings

I dreamt we slept in a moss in Donegal

On turf banks under blankets, with our faces

Exposed all night in a wetting drizzle,

Pallid as the dripping sapling birches.

–Seamus Heaney

In addition to winning the Nobel Prize in Literature, Seamus Heaney was awarded the Lifetime Recognition Award from the Griffin Trust for Excellence in Poetry.  He was born in Northern Ireland, but spent his later years in Dublin.

As the mist leaves no scar

on the dark green hill,

So my body leaves no scar

On you, nor ever will.

–Leonard Cohen

He stands in the doorway of his house

A ragged sculpture of the wind,

October creaks the the rotted mattress,

The bedposts fall.  No hope.  No lust.

The hungry fiend

Screams the apocalypse of clay

In every corner of this land.

–Patrick Kavanagh

All Nature seems at work.  Slugs leave their lair –

The bees are stirring – birds on the wing –

And Winter slumbering in the open air

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

–Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sunset and evening star,

and one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

when I put out to sea…

–Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
                                                   --John Masefield