March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know -
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now -
We try to show becoming firmness -
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
Fantastic flight of imagery of the great poetess is evident in each line of the great poem. Enjoyed the twist as his first Betrothal Betrays a Boy. Thanks for sharing it on PH.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........nicely penned....and so the beginning of spring is in march ★