THE TWENTY-SIXTH OF APRIL

The twenty-sixth of April warm needles

Are reported in the air.

Our sun blooms elegant. In areas of noon

Young suicidal men who dwelled all winter

On a ragged incunabulum

Have come within the beckon of a dancing foot.

Consider, Liz! an inkling of the wind

Speeds all the leaflets to each others’ arms,

A touch of Spring suasion

Puts the candles to their prayers

In the first-come chestnut tree,

Azaleas set themselves on fire,

And the cocked eye of the sun

Stirs every crocus from his pillow.

Oh Liz, why should two lovers shuffle

Who could, if they’d but half agree,

Ignite the scene perennially?