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April -- North Carolina
(23 December 1860 – 26 September 1936 / Chicago, Illinois)

April -- North Carolina

Would you not be in Tryon
   Now that the spring is here,
When mocking-birds are praising
   The fresh, the blossomy year?

Look -- on the leafy carpet
   Woven of winter's browns
Iris and pink azaleas
   Flutter their gaudy gowns.

The dogwood spreads white meshes --
   So white and light and high --
To catch the drifting sunlight
   Out of the cobalt sky.

The pointed beech and maple,
   The pines, dark-tufted, tall,
Pattern with many colors
   The mountain's purple wall.

Hark -- what a rushing torrent
   Of crystal song falls sheer!
Would you not be in Tryon
   Now that the spring is here?

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Now that the spring is here? nice and profundly poem
Would you not be in Tryon Now that the spring is here, When mocking-birds are praising The fresh, the blossomy year? - ITALIAN TRANSLATION: Non vorreste essere in Tryon Ora che la primavera è qui, Quando i tordi lodano Il nuovo, l'anno fiorito?
..........a beautiful tribute of april in north carolina....april is such a magical time of year...
it may sound corny but this poem is magical. yur words paint out such a vivid picture in my mind. yur very inspirational.
This is beautiful. Iam also a publihsed poetry author of nature poems and I really can identify with Harrette. She was brilliant!
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