Dear Spring Will you please hurry with your preparations? We are freezing up north as you procrastinate Like a rich lady with too many gorgeous outfits To choose from, spending hours in front of A mirror, trying them on and unable to decide, While we trudge to the mailbox through wind And snow, extract our unwilling fingers From a glove to check if there’s a letter From you, or just a bitty postcard, saying: I’m leaving Carolina today, hurrying your way With my new wardrobe of flowers and birds. The tease! I bet she starts and forgets one of her Hand-painted silk fans and has to go back, While we stamp our feet and wipe our noses here, Worrying the wood for the stove is running out, The snow on the roof will bring the house down. —Charles Simic, from T Magazine online (February 28, 2014)
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 00:26:26 +0000
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