Soft the night smell
Among April trees
Soft and richly rare
Yet commonplace
Perfume on a cosmic scale.
Excerpt from Flowers of Darkness, Frank Marshall Davis (1905–1987)
Étiquette : april
Portrait of a Lady, T.S. Eliot
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.
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