Of course there are dull days
aplenty in spring;
but it gladdens your eye to drink in,
everywhere, soft young leaves:
the golden-greens,
the olive greens.
And you know,
some of these trees quiver
autumnal resonance:
it's their new leafing
as in old unleaving,
a bittiness! the easy way
light dances through,
as if something might be redeemed.
Don't say I begrudge
any of them their
necessities of rain.
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Bare Shouldered
Poetry"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
