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:

  1. First Series. 5. And so the day drops by, the horizon draws
  2. Third Series. 4. Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
  3. First Series. 8. As when down some broad river dropping, we
  4. First Series. 13. As one who walks and weeps by alien brine
  5. Second Series. 15. Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) April (“The sweetest thing, I thought”)
  • Charlotte Smith (Шарлотта Смит) April (“GREEN o’er the copses spring’s soft hues are spreading”)
  • William Watson (Уильям Уотсон) April (“APRIL, April”)
  • Alice Cary (Элис Кэри) April (“THE wild and windy March once more”)
  • Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) April (“Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense”)
  • John Payne (Джон Пейн) April (“SWEET April, with thy mingling tears and smiles”)
  • John Whittier (Джон Уиттьер) April (“‘T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird”)
  • Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) April (“THE roofs are shining from the rain”)

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