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Emily: Dear March—Come in—(1320)

Emily Dickinson

1830–1886

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—

Poem by Emily Dickinson

This poem is in the public domain.

I wanted to send this one out early in the month but it fell through the cracks.
But now that I feel Spring has finally arrived (um, more here than way over there) in the Northern Hemisphere, I think you will enjoy it better. Emily Dickinson at her best. Perhaps this is the invitation March needs to hear.

Hope YOU Enjoyed It 😉


Also,
Here’s a poem I wrote in March 2021

March is The Perfect Tomboy, April’s a Sleepyhead

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March is a tomboy with tousled hair,
a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes,
and a laugh in her voice.”

Hal Borland

“No winter lasts forever,” says Hal,
“no spring skips its turn.”
And just as Hal is saying those
words, someone interrupts:
“Alive, alive, it’s good to be alive,”
she sings on repeat.
And precisely as Hal supposes,
in struts March–dragging little April,
barely awakened from her nap.
But March is on assignment
to see if all is ready
for daffodils, and tulips
to roil and rouse the others.
And once her mission’s over
she’ll give in to idle games.
“Alive, alive, it’s good to be alive,”
she sings some more,
then turns to look at April
but, oh, how April yawns!

© selma

“April is a promise that May is bound to keep.”
Hal Borland


Thanks so much for reading. Happy Spring.

Selma Martin
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  1. Ephemeral Encounters

    Aww both these poems are so uplifting 🤗🌸 thank you Selma.
    Btw…you are right about the Northern Hemisphere 🙄

  2. byngnigel

    Very uplifting and engaging poetry. Thank you for sharing, Selma. 💜

  3. beth

    love both of them, so whimsical and positive

  4. Cheryl Batavia

    Ilove bothe poems, Emily Dickinson’s and yours! Happy spring! 🦋

  5. Cheryl Batavia

    I love both poems, yours and Emily Dickinson’s! So playful and fun! 🦋😄🌈

    1. Selma Martin

      Glad you read. Means the technology things are fixed for good, I hope. Bless you Cheryl.

  6. paeansunplugged

    Thanks for sharing Emily’s poem, Selma, and your companion poem is delightful! ❤️

  7. sgeoil

    I enjoyed the Emily Dickinson’s poem. I love your bossy take on March, very fitting!

    1. Selma Martin

      Hehe. I thought perhaps March needed a real invitation. From Emily, no less. Come in. Come in. (Already!) 😆
      And then the bossy reminder to get her act together. Tough love, perhaps. 🤔
      Thanks for reading, Heather dear.

      1. sgeoil

        Lol! Give March and inch and she takes a mile!

  8. writerravenclaw

    Lovely personification of Spring, and I agree. Spring stay awhile, don’t be tempted back, winter has had its go, and the warmth must stay on track.

    1. Selma Martin

      Happy we’re in agreement here 😂 bless you 💃🏼

  9. lynn__

    March enters with April in tow 🙂 Your poem is simply delightful, Selma, and fits with Hal’s quotes perfectly!

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