PASTORAL LAMENT ASSAULT EXILED TRAVEL THE DEATH OF AUTUMN LOW-TIDE ODE TO SILENCE SONG OF A SECOND APRIL MEMORIAL TO D. C. ROSEMARY UNNAMED SONNETS I-XII THE POET AND HIS BOOK WILD SWANS ALMS
SECOND APRIL
SPRING
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus.