Poetry Month

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“A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.”   Robert Frost

 

 

 

April is National Poetry Month. For those of us who love poems every month is spent in celebration of the beauty that poets bring to our lives. Enjoy and don’t forget your dreams.

Sonnet

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson (1875-1935)

I had no thoughts of violets of late,

The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet

In wistful April days, when lovers mate

And wander through fields in raptures sweet,

The thought of  violets meant florists’ shops,

And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;

And garish lights, and mincing little fops

And cabarets and songs, and deadening wine.

So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,

I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams;

The perfect loveliness that God has made,

Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams,

And now- unwittingly, you’ve made me dream

Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten dreams.

 

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