It makes no difference that a year's gone by? We live and love beneath the same old sky? We stand at night beneath the same old moon and dwell beneath the same old sun at noon? It makes no difference are we prone to say? Mere dawns, mere days, then once again 'tis May -- birds madly singing, flowers in rampant bloom and memories fading on the Old Year's tomb? Perhaps... yet hardly can we say that 'tis in all just like the last year's May? Some little joy is gone that we held dear -- and dreams left over, look absurd, and queer! Perhaps... yet here and there behold life's turquoise sky patched-up with tarnished gold, while shifting sky-lines force us to declare (in feigned jest) that time works changes there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG |