Memory Of April Poem by William Carlos Williams
Memory Of April
Rating: ★2.9
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.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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Aaron Hosea
01 February 2007
I think what William's meant by this is if you've never felt love, then you don't know what's so great about it.
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4/19/2024 9:35:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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. great poem great 10+++++++++++++++++++