Classic and Contemporary Poetry
APRIL, by JANET NORRIS BANGS First Line: It's that roustabout, born of a fairy mother Last Line: Trip me up, april -- laugh once more! Subject(s): April | ||||||||
It's that roustabout, born of a fairy mother -- Playfellow month that never grew old, Cradled in the moon with the wind to brother, Fed on tempests and sun and cold. Whisk of rain and a bag of blowing, Sudden sun like a dream of light, Dart of birds and a violet growing Clouds that shake out stars at night. Kiss of the woods on an uptown corner, Maple wings through my winter door, When I am sick of life, a scorner, Trip me up, April -- laugh once more! | 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 |
|