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Poems About: APRIL

In this page, poems on / about “april” are listed.

  • 313.
    An Australian Paean—1876

    The English air is fresh and fair,
    The Irish fields are green;
    The bright light gleams o’er Scotland’s streams,
    And glows her hills between. read more »

    Marcus Clarke
  • 314.
    Home Thoughts, From Abroad

    Oh, to be in England
    Now that April's there,
    And whoever wakes in England
    Sees, some morning, unaware, read more »

    Robert Browning
  • 315.
    Spring

    To what purpose, April, do you return again?
    Beauty is not enough.
    You can no longer quiet me with the redness
    Of little leaves opening stickily. read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 316.
    I can't tell you—but you feel it

    65

    I can't tell you—but you feel it—
    Nor can you tell me— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 317.
    In April

    This I saw on an April day:
    Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
    A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
    And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path read more »

    James Hearst
  • 318.
    In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The path by which we twain did go

    The path by which we twain did go,
    Which led by tracts that pleased us well,
    Thro' four sweet years arose and fell,
    From flower to flower, from snow to snow: read more »

    Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 319.
    Ode To Spring Weather

    Sun beaming, the sky's blue and bright
    Hear the birds singing with all their might
    Spring is here and summer's coming
    Flowers growing from the ground still muddy read more »

    Jessica Thomas
  • 320.
    Blue Squills

    How many million Aprils came
       Before I ever knew
    How white a cherry bough could be,
       A bed of squills, how blue. read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 321.
    The Rose of Midnight

    The moon is now an opening flower,
    The sky a cliff of blue.
    The moon is now a silver rose;
    Her pollen is the dew. read more »

    Vachel Lindsay
  • 322.
    On the Day my Father Died

    On the day my father died
    i should have been laughing
    it was April fools
    but the joke was too dear read more »

    samuel nze
  • 323.
    A real april the fool

    Dedicated to our dog FoFi
    Who died on long ago may his soul RIP

    I cried and cried read more »

    Konjit Berhane
  • 324.
    On this green hillside...

    On this green hillside do I gaze
    At clouds still, sweet, and soft,
    And many a tree that gently sways
    And birds that soar aloft! read more »

    David Mitchell
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