Dear March

Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –

Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –

Emily Dickinson


2 Comments on “Dear March”

  1. jeandeberg says:

    There’s a story — and as they say, if it isn’t true, it oughta be — about a French noblewoman who came to Paris from the provinces with her husband to attend at the court of Louis XIV. Wanting to make a grand impression at her first ball, she commissioned an elaborate and costly pair of shoes from the finest ladies’ shoemaker in the realm. She happily wore her new shoes the night of the ball but was distressed to find, at evening’s end, that the soles had worn through. When she complained to the shoemaker that her new footwear had lasted but a few hours, he haughtily replied: “Well, Madame WILL insist on walking in them.”

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