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[This poem was written as a response to the poem "Spring" by Edna St. Vincent Millay.]

Spring hangs like a dripping woolen coat from the pewter frame of a glowering sky. Why is it that poets write of spring as if it were made of rose petals and birdsong?— and insist that spring is when 'true love' blooms? There are no flowers, no birds, no eager lovers with this horrid impostor, this con of a season. Here by me, on my windswept, narrow land, I know well how it goes— spring holds winter's slushy hand, and the two of them laugh heartily at us, flinging their icy spittle in our faces.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 5/8/2023 12:46:00 AM
"Dame Edna," great observer or hibest lover and lateral thinker?
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Date: 5/6/2023 12:41:00 PM
I’ll try again my first comment to Katherine disappeared. I don’t rush my return to coastal Maine before leaves unfurl, morning’s chill, and warmer afternoons encourage rabid mosquitoes to hunt me, a warm blooded mammalian.
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Date: 5/5/2023 5:10:00 PM
I loved this poem also. Where did all this genius come from??
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Date: 5/4/2023 10:27:00 PM
I agree with your take on Spring, Katherine. Although it seems a sad time of fallen leaves, Autumn has always been my favorite of the season. Rich in color, a slight chill in the air, Fall inspires me.
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