tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post46243896681057487..comments2024-03-25T10:07:31.278-07:00Comments on There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: Poetry Friday: AprilRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-81879204680131644252011-04-04T12:49:19.908-07:002011-04-04T12:49:19.908-07:00"A deeper twilight on the lawn" - such a..."A deeper twilight on the lawn" - such a strange line for a poem about April. What I love about Dickinson is how simple her poems seem on the surface, yet how they stay with you and make you think. Thanks for posting this one.Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-10775223882716767492011-04-02T08:15:09.833-07:002011-04-02T08:15:09.833-07:00LOVE this! She captured so many of the slight shif...LOVE this! She captured so many of the slight shifts that April brings...and that give us hope after a long winter...Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-63885698537485934542011-04-01T19:17:04.825-07:002011-04-01T19:17:04.825-07:00An added strut in chanticleer
This is my favorite...<i>An added strut in chanticleer</i><br /><br />This is my favorite line. All the birds are strutting and singing their little hearts out--at least they were until we got half a foot of snow last night!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-36949616064558456482011-04-01T11:45:07.653-07:002011-04-01T11:45:07.653-07:00Life returns! Even to these snowy Buffalo hills.....Life returns! Even to these snowy Buffalo hills... Your poem makes me think about how "Hope as the thing with feathers." In nature, we breathe again. A.Amy L Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03830987204619914326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-56274716151344811822011-04-01T08:29:55.047-07:002011-04-01T08:29:55.047-07:00Ah, I don't remember that lovely poem from Emi...Ah, I don't remember that lovely poem from Emily. Thank you so much! Yes April is that rebirth shown to us!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-127511335184365212011-04-01T07:58:31.463-07:002011-04-01T07:58:31.463-07:00Perfect April poem. And it gives me hope, as it is...Perfect April poem. And it gives me hope, as it is snowing outside my window. :-/<br /><br />I love the "flippant fly upon the pane." I won't be able to resist tossing that phrase off from now on when I see one. :-)Janethttp://acrossthepage.netnoreply@blogger.com