(Poem Spring Thunger by Mark van Doren)
Listen, The wind is still,
And far away in the night
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.
Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!
Come under the trembling hedge
Fast, although you fumble...
There! Did you hear the edge
Of winter crumble
Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!
(Dank an maike f
