Impatient for that pastel fool’s procedure, Our fathers taunted March, known as him Hlyd-monath, although the month is light, and a murmurer. certainly, after the Titan’s fall and shatter Of February, March turns out a silence. The Romans, discovering February’s ruins on the toes of March, heard his wind as boasting And hailed his guilt with a war-god’s identify. As above a few road in a cobbled sea-town From opposing partitions large forums thrust to promote motels, so do the indicators Of Pisces the Fish and Aries the Ram Overhang March. counting on the day, Your lucky gem can be the bloodstone Or the diamond, your fortunate colour purple Or silver grey. You shall end up affable, Impulsive, fortunate on your pals, or go, in line with the counterpoint of stars. So press your corporation ventures, put on cravats, And swear now not by means of the moon. when you plant wheat, Do it at sunrise. an identical for barley. permit The tide transplant kohlrabi, leeks, and beans. towards the month’s finish, sow hardy annuals. It was once this month whilst Caesar fell, Stalin died, And Beethoven. during this month snowflakes soften— these final dry crusts that huddle via the barn. Now kites and crocuses are hoisted up. doorways slap open. canines snuffle soggy leaves, Rehearsing rusty repertoires of smells. the colour of March is the person who lies at the shadow facet of younger tree trunks. March isn't any land of extremes. boring as lifestyles, It bargains small plant life and minor vacations. Clouds stride sentry and carry our imaginative and prescient down, whereas underfoot the soreness of roots Is hidden through earth. a lot, a lot is opaque. The thunder bluffs, wind can't be gripped, And kites and crocuses are what they're. nonetheless, baby, it really is faraway from a nasty month, For all its weight of compromise and wish. As modest as a monk, March will be there whilst on that day with no the day prior to this You, pink and blind and clean, gulp the air. POETESS At verses she was once no longer inept, Her ft have been well numbered. She by no means cried, she softly wept, She by no means slept, she slumbered. She by no means ate and infrequently dined; Her tongue stumbled on sweetmeats bitter. She by no means guessed, yet oft divined The secrets and techniques of a flower. A flower! aromatic, pliant, fresh, extra expensive to her than crystal. She knew what yearnings dozed among The stamen and the pistil. sunrise took her thither to the wooden, At even, domestic she hithered. Unto the mild, Pan is sweet— She by no means died, she withered. POOEM Writing right here final autumn of my hopes of seeing a hoopoe … —Sir Stephen Tallents within the London instances I, too, as soon as was hoping to have a hoopoe Wing its approach inside my scoopoe, Crested, speedy, and heliotroopoe, Proud Upupa epops. For what appeared an eternity, I sat upon a grassy sloopoe, watching via a telescoopoe, Weaving snares of best roopoe, healthy for Upupa epops. finally, in the future, there got here to me, within a crusty enveloopoe, This notice: “Abandon desire, you doopoe; The hoopoe is a misanthroopoe. (Signed) Your far away buddy, U. e. ” AN that you can think of convention (Mr. Henry eco-friendly, Industrialist, and Mr. Wallace Stevens, Vice-President of the Hartford coincidence & Indemnity Co.