Monday, 28 April 2014

Poetry Revisited: Spring Rain

(From Rain to the Sea: 1915)

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.

                                        Sara Teasdale

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