Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (Фредерик Годдард Такерман)
April
The first of April! yet November's haze Hangs on the wood, and blurs the hill's blue tip: The light of noon rests wanly on the strip Of sandy road, recalling leaf-laid ways, Shades stilled in death, and tender twillight days Ere Winter lifts the wind-trump to his lip. No moss is shyly seen a tuft to raise, Nor under grass a gold-eyed flower to dip; Nor sound is breathed, but haply the south west Faint rippling in the brushes of the pine, Or of the shrunken leaf dry-fluttering. Compact the village lies, a whitened line Gathered in smoke. What holds this brooding rest? Is it dead Autumn, or the dreaming Spring?
Frederick Goddard Tuckerman’s other poems:
- First Series. 5. And so the day drops by, the horizon draws
- Third Series. 4. Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
- First Series. 8. As when down some broad river dropping, we
- First Series. 13. As one who walks and weeps by alien brine
- Second Series. 15. Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins
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