Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

April - Poem by Sara Teasdale

The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.


Comments about April by Sara Teasdale

  • Sriranji Aratisankar (8/29/2016 11:54:00 PM)


    Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
    With only one unchanging tree-
    I could not be so sure of Spring
    Save that it sings in me.

    excellent expression...
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  • (4/4/2010 6:30:00 PM)


    What is tritter? Not meaning to be rude but I am trying to explain for class and was wondering if it was a mistype or has a meaning I cannot find. Thanks, (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2008 11:02:00 PM)


    Very to the point, and yet a little mystery... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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