The month of March is finally here and we welcome the light we can finally see at the end of our long winter’s tunnel! This month will bring the first day of spring on Wednesday, March 20th. Anyone else as excited as we are? Today we share Emily Dickinson’s mood in her poem, Dear March – Come in (1320). Funny how we anticipate the arrival of new seasons as we wish the old away only to long for them again. April is right around the corner. For now, it’s nice to see you, March!
Dear March – Come in – (1320)
Emily Dickinson, (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Two: Nature
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked 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 bird’s;
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.
