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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.

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April 23, 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


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