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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BERKSHIRES IN APRIL, by CLEMENT WOOD Poet's Biography First Line: It is not spring - not yet Last Line: And spring is pulsing out of the wakening soil. Subject(s): April; Berkshire Hills, Massachusetts | |||
It is not Spring -- not yet -- But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birch Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms. It is not Spring -- not yet -- But at Hoosick Falls I saw a robin strutting, Thin, still, and fidgety, Not like the puffed, complacent ball of feathers That dawdles over the cidery Autumn loam. It is not Spring -- not yet -- But up the stocky Pownal hills Some springy shrub, a scarlet gash on the grayness, Climbs, flaming, over the melting snows. It is not Spring -- not yet -- But at Williamstown the willows are young and golden, Their tall tips flinging the sun's rays back at him; And as the sun drags over the Berkshire crests, The willows glow, the scarlet bushes burn, The high hill birches shine like purple plumes, A royal headdress for the brow of Spring. It is the doubtful, unquiet end of Winter, And Spring is pulsing out of the wakening soil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HELTON'S HILL (THE BERKSHIRES) by SARA TEASDALE IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WHOLE DUTY OF BERKSHIRE BROOKS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING CITY AND COUNTRY by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE NEW EDEN; MEETING OF BERKSHIRE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETRY by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THIN EDGE OF YOUR PRIDE: 12 by KENNETH REXROTH ON HELTON'S HILL (THE BERKSHIRES) by SARA TEASDALE |
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