Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Memory of April

Sour Grapes (1921)
by
William Carlos Williams

Memory of April

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.

Sources:

Public domain text taken from The Poets' Corner

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