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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Berkshires in April</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not Spring -- not yet -- <br>But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birch <br>Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds <br>Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not Spring -- not yet -- <br>But at Hoosick Falls I saw a robin strutting, <br>Thin, still, and fidgety, <br>Not like the puffed, complacent ball of feathers <br>That dawdles over the cidery Autumn loam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not Spring -- not yet -- <br>But up the stocky Pownal hills <br>Some springy shrub, a scarlet gash on the grayness, <br>Climbs, flaming, over the melting snows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not Spring -- not yet -- <br>But at Williamstown the willows are young and golden, <br>Their tall tips flinging the sun's rays back at him; <br>And as the sun drags over the Berkshire crests, <br>The willows glow, the scarlet bushes burn, <br>The high hill birches shine like purple plumes, <br>A royal headdress for the brow of Spring. <br>It is the doubtful, unquiet end of Winter, <br>And Spring is pulsing out of the wakening soil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clement+Wood">Clement Wood</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546736" data-title="Berkshires in April de Clement Wood" data-description="It is not Spring -- not yet -- But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birch Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms. It is not Spring -- not yet -- But at Hoosick Falls I saw a robin strutting,..."></div> </div> </div>
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