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Stephen Vincent Benet - For City SpringStephen Vincent Benet - For City Spring
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Now grimy April comes again, Maketh bloom the fire-escapes, Maketh silvers in the rain, Maketh winter coats and capes Suddenly all worn and shabby Like the fur of winter bears, Maketh kittens, makcth baby, Maketh kissing on the stairs. Maketh bug crawl out of crack, Maketh ticklings down the back As if sunlight stroked the spine To a hurdy-gurdy`s whine And the shower ran white wine. April, April, sing cuckoo, April, April, maketh new Mouse and cockroach, man and wife, Everything with blood and life; Bloweth, groweth, flourisheth, Danceth in a ragged skirt On the very stoop of Death And will take no mortal hurt. Maketh dogs to whine and bound, Maketh cats to caterwaul, Maketh lovers, all around, Whisper in the hall. Oh, and when the night comes down And the shrieking of the town Settles to the steady roar Of a long sea-beaten shore, April hieth, April spieth Everywhere a lover lieth, Bringeth sweetness, bringeth fever, Will not stop at "I would liever," Will not heed, "Now God a mercy!" Turneth Moral topsy-versy, Bringeth he and she to bed, Bringeth ill to maidenhead, Bringeth joyance in its stead. By May, by May, she lieth sped, Yet still we praise that crocus head, April!
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