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April Inventory - Poem by William De Witt Snodgrass

The green catalpa tree has turned
All white; the cherry blooms once more.
In one whole year I haven't learned
A blessed thing they pay you for.
The blossoms snow down in my hair;
The trees and I will soon be bare.

The trees have more than I to spare.
The sleek, expensive girls I teach,
Younger and pinker every year,
Bloom gradually out of reach.
The pear tree lets its petals drop
Like dandruff on a tabletop.

The girls have grown so young by now
I have to nudge myself to stare.
This year they smile and mind me how
My teeth are falling with my hair.
In thirty years I may not get
Younger, shrewder, or out of debt.

The tenth time, just a year ago,
I made myself a little list
Of all the things I'd ought to know,
Then told my parents, analyst,
And everyone who's trusted me
I'd be substantial, presently.

I haven't read one book about
A book or memorized one plot.
Or found a mind I did not doubt.
I learned one date.And then forgot.
And one by one the solid scholars
Get the degrees, the jobs, the dollars.

And smile above their starchy collars.
I taught my classes Whitehead's notions;
One lovely girl, a song of Mahler's.
Lacking a source-book or promotions,
I showed one child the colors of
A luna moth and how to love.

I taught myself to name my name,
To bark back, loosen love and crying;
To ease my woman so she came,
To ease an old man who was dying.
I have not learned how often I
Can win, can love, but choose to die.

I have not learned there is a lie
Love shall be blonder, slimmer, younger;
That my equivocating eye
Loves only by my body's hunger;
That I have forces true to feel,
Or that the lovely world is real.

While scholars speak authority
And wear their ulcers on their sleeves,
My eyes in spectacles shall see
These trees procure and spend their leaves.
There is a value underneath
The gold and silver in my teeth.

Though trees turn bare and girls turn wives,
We shall afford our costly seasons;
There is a gentleness survives
That will outspeak and has its reasons.
There is a loveliness exists,
Preserves us, not for specialists.

Comments about April Inventory by William De Witt Snodgrass

  • Kami Bleu 11/13/2007 3:37:00 AM

    should be dedicated to ts eliot as its basically a loose copy of 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' with its title borrowed from the wasteland-not impressed Reply

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  • Molaire Jules 6/6/2007 1:32:00 PM

    I saw you on the cover of 'poetry.com'
    ''Good to know you''

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  • Michael Shepherd 3/18/2005 6:32:00 AM

    Isn't this one of the most enchanting poems, from a lovely mind? Reply

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April Poems
  1. 1. April Rain Song
    Langston Hughes
  2. 2. Always Marry An April Girl
    Ogden Nash
  3. 3. It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear
    William Wordsworth
  4. 4. An April Day
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  5. 5. April Love
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  6. 6. April
    Louise Gluck
  7. 7. April
    Sara Teasdale
  8. 8. Wet Evening In April
    Patrick Kavanagh
  9. 9. April
    William Carlos Williams
  10. 10. Elegy In April And September
    Wilfred Owen
  11. 11. A Calendar Of Sonnets: April
    Helen Hunt Jackson
  12. 12. April Music
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  13. 13. Memory Of April
    William Carlos Williams
  14. 14. Absent Place&Mdash;An April Day
    Emily Dickinson
  15. 15. April
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  16. 16. April
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  17. 17. April Song
    Sara Teasdale
  18. 18. Riot Act, April 29, 1992
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  19. 19. April Rise
    Laurie Lee
  20. 20. ' April
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  21. 21. My April Lady
    Henry Van Dyke
  22. 22. April
    William Watson
  23. 23. April Dusk
    Patrick Kavanagh
  24. 24. A Rainy Day In April
    Francis Ledwidge
  25. 25. April Rain
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  26. 26. Song Of A Second April
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  27. 27. April Inventory
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  28. 28. April
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  30. 30. (the) Budding Grace Of April
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  31. 31. April -- North Carolina
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  32. 32. Over The Land Is April
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  33. 33. The Shepheardes Calender: April
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  34. 34. [month Of] April
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  35. 35. An April Night
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  36. 36. April Fools
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  38. 38. The Two April Mornings
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  39. 39. April Love
    John Knight
  40. 40. April Washed.
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  41. 41. So Sweet Love Seemed That April Morn
    Robert Seymour Bridges
  42. 42. In April
    James Hearst
  43. 43. April In September
    Katharine Lee Bates
  44. 44. An April Joke
    Carolyn Wells
  45. 45. April, Dear April
    Mark R Slaughter
  46. 46. April
    Edward Thomas
  47. 47. Rom: On The Palatine (April, 1887)
    Thomas Hardy
  48. 48. April
    Charlotte Smith
  49. 49. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887)
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April Poems

  1. April Love

    We have walked in Love's land a little way, We have learnt his lesson a little while, And shall we not part at the end of day, With a sigh, a smile? A little while in the shine of the sun, We were twined together, joined lips forgot How the shadows fall when day is done, And when Love is not. We have made no vows - there will none be broke, Our love was free as the wind on the hill, There was no word said we need wish unspoke, We have wrought no ill. So shall we not part at the end of day, Who have loved and lingered a little while, Join lips for the last time, go our way, With a sigh, a smile.

  2. It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear

    It was an April morning: fresh and clear The Rivulet, delighting in its strength, Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice Of waters which the winter had supplied Was softened down into a vernal tone. The spirit of enjoyment and desire, And hopes and wishes, from all living things Went circling, like a multitude of sounds. The budding groves seemed eager to urge on The steps of June; as if their various hues Were only hindrances that stood between Them and their object: but, meanwhile, prevailed Such an entire contentment in the air That every naked ash, and tardy tree Yet leafless, showed as if the countenance With which it looked on this delightful day Were native to the summer.--Up the brook I roamed in the confusion of my heart, Alive to all things and forgetting all. At length I to a sudden turning came In this continuous glen, where down a rock The Stream, so ardent in its course before, Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all Which I till then had heard, appeared the voice Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb, The shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush Vied with this waterfall, and made a song, Which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth Or like some natural produce of the air, That could not cease to be. Green leaves were here; But 'twas the foliage of the rocks--the birch, The yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, With hanging islands of resplendent furze: And, on a summit, distant a short space, By any who should look beyond the dell, A single mountain-cottage might be seen. I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said, 'Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild nook, My EMMA, I will dedicate to thee.' ----Soon did the spot become my other home, My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode. And, of the Shepherds who have seen me there, To whom I sometimes in our idle talk Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps, Years after we are gone and in our graves, When they have cause to speak of this wild place, May call it by the name of EMMA'S DELL.

  3. An April Day

    When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain. I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-on of storms. From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold, The drooping tree revives. The softly-warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along The forest openings. When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills, And wide the upland glows. And when the eve is born, In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far, Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn, And twinkles many a star. Inverted in the tide Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw, And the fair trees look over, side by side, And see themselves below. Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.

  4. April Rain Song

    Let the rain kiss you Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk The rain makes running pools in the gutter The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

  5. Always Marry An April Girl

    Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.