I am glad today is April. At dawn there came to me the thought To gather roses drenched in morning dew -- My throat was tight with my imagined joy -- I had no garden, though -- At highest noon a wild canary sang and sang Its simple lay outside my open window, And I wanted -- O so much! -- to scatter crumbs As free as my gold-winged happiness; But when I turned, the bird was gone. And then this twilight late, as I was walking down the street, I saw a line of neatly laundered clothes Which brought to mind the beauty of a patterned life, With everything arranged in exacting simplicity -- O well -- a poet has to dream -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON |