Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the springBY WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREFrom you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smellOf different flowers in odourContinue reading “From you have I been absent in the spring : William Shakespeare : : Sonnet 98 : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :”
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Home-Thoughts, from Abroad : Robert Browning : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :
Robert Browning : : Home-Thoughts, from Abroad : : : : Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! And after April, when May follows,And theContinue reading “Home-Thoughts, from Abroad : Robert Browning : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :”
Spring : Edna St. Vincent Millay : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :
SpringBY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAYTo what purpose, April, do you return again? 1Beauty is not enough. 2You can no longer quiet me with the redness 3Of little leaves opening stickily. 4I know what I know. 5The sun is hot on my neck as I observe 6The spikes of the crocus. 7The smell of the earthContinue reading “Spring : Edna St. Vincent Millay : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :”
The Waste Land : T S Eliot : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :
The Waste LandBY T. S. ELIOT‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: άποθανεîν θέλω.’ For Ezra Pound il miglior fabbro. I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire,Continue reading “The Waste Land : T S Eliot : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :”
To R D ; March 4 Th , 1988 : : Denis Levertov : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
To R. D., MARCH 4th, 1988 You were my mentor. Without knowing it,I outgrew the need for a mentor.Without knowing it, you resented that,and attacked me. I bitterly resentedthe attack, and without knowing itfreed myself to move forwardwithout a mentor. Love and long friendshipcorroded, shrank, and vanished from sightinto some underlayer of being.The years roseContinue reading “To R D ; March 4 Th , 1988 : : Denis Levertov : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
Stella’s Birthday March 13 , 1727 : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
Stella’s Birthday March 13, 1727BY JONATHAN SWIFTThis day, whate’er the Fates decree,Shall still be kept with joy by me:This day then let us not be told,That you are sick, and I grown old;Nor think on our approaching ills,And talk of spectacles and pills.To-morrow will be time enoughTo hear such mortifying stuff.Yet, since from reason mayContinue reading “Stella’s Birthday March 13 , 1727 : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
Kyoto March : Gary Snider : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
Kyoto: MarchBY GARY SNYDERA few light flakes of snow 1Fall in the feeble sun; 2Birds sing in the cold, 3A warbler by the wall. The plum 4Buds tight and chill soon bloom. 5The moon begins first 6Fourth, a faint slice west 7At nightfall. Jupiter half-way 8High at the end of night- 9Meditation. The dove cryContinue reading “Kyoto March : Gary Snider : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
March Is The Month Of Expectations : Emily Dickinson : :
March is the Month of Expectation : : 1404 : : by Emily Dickinson : : : : .. …. … …… : : March is the Month of Expectation.The things we do not know –The Persons of prognosticationAre coming now –We try to show becoming firmness –But pompous JoyBetrays us, as his first BetrothalBetraysContinue reading “March Is The Month Of Expectations : Emily Dickinson : :”
The Bight: Elizabeth Bishop : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
Elizabeth Bishop : : The Bright : : At low tide like this how sheer the water is. 1White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare 2and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. 3Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, 4 the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything,5the color of the gas flameContinue reading “The Bight: Elizabeth Bishop : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
The End Of March : Elizabeth Bishop : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
The End Of March by Elizabeth Bishop It was cold and windy, scarcely the dayto take a walk on that long beachEverything was withdrawn as far as possible,indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken,seabirds in ones or twos.The rackety, icy, offshore windnumbed our faces on one side;disrupted the formationof a lone flight of CanadaContinue reading “The End Of March : Elizabeth Bishop : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
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