Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BELOVED MONTH, by WINIFRED WELLES First Line: I can find her many footsteps, I can hear her ribbons rustle Last Line: As she lights her flames among them, softly one by one. Alternate Author Name(s): Shearer, Harold H., Mrs. Subject(s): April | ||||||||
I can find her many footsteps, I can hear her ribbons rustle, And at last I see her breathless in a beautiful high place -- I reach my aching hands to her and cry aloud, "Oh, April!" I cannot bear in silence the wonder of her face. The birds wait on the wind for her, they call from sun to shadow, The deep grass hears them murmur, and their wings beat on the sky -- They have seen her coming homeward across the evening meadow, And they follow her with singing, for they must sing or die! But the hills are bowed and humble, kneeling priests before an altar, They let her pass in silence like a pale and holy nun -- Without either prayer or chanting they receive her benediction As she lights her flames among them, softly one by one. | 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 |
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