Poetry Monday: April 4, 2022

 “Oh, to be in England, now that April’s there”

Who said that?  If we really can’t remember, we can Google it, as we do almost everything nowadays.  I just did, and it was Robert Browning.

Good morning everyone.  Of course we’d love to be where cowslips  and other lovely flowers are blooming, but they’re also a-bloom in California and anywhere in the world where we don’t have to swallow antihistamines for protection against loveliness.

“April, April, weep thy girlish laughter
Then a morning after
Weep thy girlish tears”

If you’ve heard of William Watson, you now have, because he’s the one who said that. Continue reading Poetry Monday: April 4, 2022