Via Cammy Kaynor today. I think all of us New Englanders and Near-New Englanders take every opportunity to see the foreshadowing of Spring this time of year.
Dear March – Come In-
(Emily Dickinson #1320)Dear March – Come in-
How glad I am-
I hoped for you before-Put down your Hat-
You must have walked-
How out of breath you are-
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest-
Did you leave Nature well-
Oh March, Come right up stairs with me-
I have so much to tell-I got your Letter, and the Birds-
The Maples never knew that you were coming-till I called
I declare-how Red their Faces grew-
But March, forgive me-and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue-
There was no Purple suitable-
You took it all with you-Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door-
I will not be pursued-
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied-
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have comeThat Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame-
