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Poems About: APRIL

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  • 265.

    I SING of a maiden
       That is makeles;
    King of all kings
       To her son she ches. read more »

  • 266.

    The long beautiful night of the wind and rain in April,
    The long night hanging down from the drooping branches of the top of a birch tree, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 267.
    La Regina Avrillouse

    Lady of rich allure,
    Queen of the spring's embrace,
    Your arms are long like boughs of ash,
    Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure, read more »

    Ezra Pound
  • 268.
    A disagreement with T.S. Elliot (Partial Sonnet.)

    I question T.S.Elliot’s remark
    on April and the jist of what he said.
    Some genius loves to languish in the dark
    Lapping with the lilacs of the dead? * read more »

    Reece Kaye
  • 269.

    I love thee, April! for thou art the Spring
    When Spring is Summer; and thy wayward showers,
    Sudden and short, soothly do bring May flowers, read more »

    Thomas MacDonagh
  • 270.

    April, when I heard
    Your lyrical low word,
    And when upon the hawthorn hedge your first white blossoms stirred, read more »

    Charles Hanson Towne
  • 271.

    I sing of a maiden
    That is makeles;
    King of all kings
    To her son she ches. read more »

    Anonymous Olde English
  • 272.
    (058) April Notes

    O April!
    You are the cruelest of
    all months! read more »

    premji premji
  • 273.
    Travel Haiku - Washington National Cherry Blossom Festival

    cherry blossom
    their song rises in volume
    to the fall of the bloom read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 274.
    An April Joke

    Oh, it was a merry, gladsome day,
    When the April Fool met the Queen of May;
    She had roguish eyes and golden hair, read more »

    Carolyn Wells
  • 275.
    Oh To Be Back Home In Ireland (To Jo)

    Oh to be back home in Ireland now that April winds are blowing
    And the weather getting milder and the green grass is a growing
    And the breath of Spring is in the air and daylight hours grow long
    And the skylark o'er the heather sings his merry April song. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 276.

    I am the dream of April, I am the soul of May;
    The sallows scatter, the sallows splatter their gold upon my way: read more »

    Nora Jane Hopper Chesson
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