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MAY-FLOWER

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by EMILY DICKINSON

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.

May 4, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

APRIL

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POEMS
by EMILY DICKINSON

An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untravelled roads, —
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus’ mystery
Receives its annual reply.

April 23, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

April Again!

by Virna Sheard

The Ballad of the Quest

April again! the willow wands are yellow
Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows,
Comes a robin’s note like the note of a ‘cello,
And across the valley, the calling of the crows,—
“April again!”
April again! and the marsh birds swinging
Over the rushes that belong to yester-year;
Silver shines the river, and young lips are singing
Songs as old as Eden—as old and as dear;
“April again!”
April again! with a wet wind blowing,
And along the western sky a pathway of gold;
Sounds a call to follow the road we’re not knowing,
A new road—a wild road—o’er fairy lands unrolled,—
“April again!”
April again! with its wonder of gladness,
April with its haunting joy, and swift-stinging tears,—
Month of mist and music, and the old moon-madness,
Month of magic fluting, the spirit only hears,—
“April again!”

April 21, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

April

by Virna Sheard

April! April! April!
With a mist of green on the trees–
And a scent of the warm brown broken earth
On every wandering breeze;
What, though thou be changeful,
Though thy gold turns to grey again,
There’s a robin out yonder singing,
Singing in the rain.

April! April! April!
‘Tis the Northland hath longed for thee,
She hath gazed toward the South with aching eyes
Full long and patiently.
Come now–tell us, sweeting,
Thou laggard so lovely and late,
Dost know there’s no joy like the joy that comes
When hearts have learned to wait?

April 20, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

When April Comes!

by Virna Sheard

When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise,–
The swallows will come swinging through the air
When April comes!

When April comes with tender smile and tear,
Dear dandelions will gild the common ways,
And at the break of morning we will hear
The piping of the robins crystal clear–
While bobolinks will whistle through the days,
When April comes!

When April comes, the world so wise and old,
Will half forget that it is worn and grey;
Winter will seem but as a tale long told–
Its bitter winds with all its frost and cold
Will be the by-gone things of yesterday,
When April comes!

April 6, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

April Fool: Complex Numbers in Math Class

April 1, 2011 at 12:12 pm Leave a comment

Spaghetti Harvest


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