Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN APRIL, by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY First Line: If I am slow forgetting Last Line: Against the primrose west. Subject(s): April | ||||||||
If I am slow forgetting, It is because the sun Has such old tricks of setting When April days are done. The soft spring sunlight traces Old patterns -- green and gold; The flowers have no new faces, The very buds are old! If I am slow forgetting -- Ah, well, come back and see The same old sunbeams petting My garden-plots and me. Come smell the green things growing, The boxwood after rain; See where old beds are showing Their slender spears again. At dusk, that fosters dreaming -- Come back at dusk and rest, And watch our old star gleaming Against the primrose west. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR CITY SPRING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH APRIL NOT AN INVENTORY BUT A BLIZZARD by ALICE NOTLEY APRIL ONE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MEMORY OF APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS APRIL MORTALITY by LEONIE ADAMS THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON |
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