Dear March – Come In

POSTED IN classic poetry April 1, 2012

Dear March – Come In

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 –

 

Emily Dickinson