Thursday, March 03, 2022

Poetry Friday: Dear March—Come in by Emily Dickinson

I'm welcoming March with my beloved Emily because, well, isn't this simply what one does? 

Dear March—Come in
by Emily Dickinson 

Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
You must have walked—
How out of Breath you are—
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—
Did you leave Nature well—
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—
I have so much to tell—

I got your Letter, and the Birds—
The Maples never knew that you were coming—
I declare - how Red their Faces grew—
But March, forgive me—
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue—
There was no Purple suitable—
You took it all with you—

Who knocks? That April—
Lock the Door—
I will not be pursued—
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied—
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame—

(This poem is in the public domain.)


Kathryn Apel has the roundup (not to mention a new book — congratulations, Kat!) 
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KatApel - said...

How delightful. We need this little moment of fun. (Those maples with their red faces.😊) Thank-you for sharing.

Elisabeth said...

What a delightful poem. I love the personification of March and April, and the way Emily engaged with nature never fails to enchant me. Thanks for sharing this today.

jama said...

LOVE this poem. Needed an Emily fix today. Thank you!

Mary Lee said...

Love this! "How out of Breath you are--"

Linda Mitchell said...

One of my favorites! Thanks for posting this one.

Denise Krebs said...

Oh Karen, Oh March, thank you both for coming for a visit. Lovely!

Patricia Franz said...

Dear March, Please thank Karen for sharing your visit! It was a much-needed reminder that in the midst of despair, there is joy to be found.