Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (Фредерик Годдард Такерман)

April

The first of April! yet November's haze
Hangs on the wood, and blurs the hill's blue tip:
The light of noon rests wanly on the strip
Of sandy road, recalling leaf-laid ways,
Shades stilled in death, and tender twillight days
Ere Winter lifts the wind-trump to his lip.
No moss is shyly seen a tuft to raise,
Nor under grass a gold-eyed flower to dip;
Nor sound is breathed, but haply the south west
Faint rippling in the brushes of the pine,
Or of the shrunken leaf dry-fluttering.
Compact the village lies, a whitened line
Gathered in smoke. What holds this brooding rest?
Is it dead Autumn, or the dreaming Spring?

1. First Series. 27. So to the mind long brooding but on it
2. Second Series. 7. His heart was in his garden; but his brain
3. First Series. 26. For Nature daily through her grand design
4. First Series. 13. As one who walks and weeps by alien brine
5. Second Series. 15. Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins

Emily Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) April ("An altered look about the hills")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): April (Апрель)

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1973

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