Sunday, March 12, 2017

DEAR MARCH - COME IN - by Emily Dickinson



DEAR MARCH - COME IN 

by Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886


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 upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell -

I got your Letter, and the Birds -
The Maples never knew that you were coming -
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 come
That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame -





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