Spring: rebirth and exalted rejuvenation. -- And the skinless feel of exiting the safety of hibernation. I've been feeling both of those a lot lately. Writes Swedish poet Karin Boye (translation by David McDuff), in For the Tree's Sake:
Yes, Of Course It Hurts --
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking. Why else would the springtime falter? Why would all our ardent longing bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor? After all, the bud was covered all the winter. What new thing is it that bursts and wears? Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking, hurts for that which grows and that which bars.