Eight Harvard Poets/Whan that Aprille

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Eight Harvard Poets
"Whan that Aprille …"
by J. R. Dos Passos

"WHAN THAT APRILLE …"


IS it the song of a meadow lark
Off the brown, sere salt marshes,
Or the eager patches in dooryards
Of yellow and pale lilac crocuses;
Or else the surburban street golden with sunlight,
And the bare branches of elm trees
Twined in the delicate sky?
Or is it the merry piping
Of a distant hurdy-gurdy?—
That makes me so weary and faint with desire
For strange lands and new scents;
For the rough-rhythmed clank
Of train couplings at night,
And the stormy, gay-tinted sunrises
That shade with purple the contours

Of far-off, unfamiliar hills.