Poems ✍️
  21.10.2025
  29

Author: William Carlos Williams

Memory Of April

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.


  love Nature disappointment longing

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