Nature
Spring from a Window: In April
From Curtains (1921)
Nature
Now I am Life's victim —
Cruel victor is he
Who lashes me with colour
Until I ache to see.
Who chokes me with fragrance
Of green things in the rain —
Like a hand around my throat
So sudden is the pain.
Life, I am at your mercy;
And though till I am dead
You torture me with April
I will not bow my head!
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MLA
Hall, Hazel. “Spring from a Window: In April.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hall_h/82/.
Chicago
Hall, Hazel. “Spring from a Window: In April.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hall_h/82/.
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