Spring is a long time in coming this year. Suddenly, it’s April, but there are no lilacs or green shoots. It’s tired shades of brown and weathered grays.
I’m not alone in my stunned response to winter’s persistence. Witness this excellent, eloquent testimonial: A Poem for Spring
It is April, though, which means it’s National Poetry Month — a month, a whole glorious month of verse — and Knopf celebrates with its Poem-a-Day emails. Bonus: they come bearing green leaves and cheerful berries, too.