Spring: the first morning when that one true block of sweet, laminar,
complex scent arrives
from somewhere west and I keep coming to lean on the sill, glorying in
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A wide-ranging picture of a day in early spring, all seen from a window. What the poet sees leads him to conjecture about the people in sight. The last dozen lines are visionary. Michael Walker.
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A wide-ranging picture of a day in early spring, all seen from a window. What the poet sees leads him to conjecture about the people in sight. The last dozen lines are visionary. Michael Walker.