First Day of Spring in Bath

Kieron Winn

Quick-flowing creamy light and all cohering:
Faux fanes in gardens, Nash and Wesley’s shades,
Gold, gaily weighty houses, rocketing sky,
And open hillside turning as I turn,

All witnessed through ancestral engineering,
Small canny bones and inward fine parades
We had no part in, choiceless ear and eye
Meting out pleasure I could never earn.

This poem really does evoke the creamy Georgian terraces of Bath, in Somerset.

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This poem first published in The Spectator.

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Main Location:

Bath, Bath, Bath and North East Somerset, UK

Terraced houses of Bath stone, typical of the town, with the cathedral in the background