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When There is April
Who would fear death when there is April?—Like a flame, like a song—To heal all who have lived with yearningYear-through, life-long.
When there is April with fulfilmentFor longing and for pain,For every reaching hand that beautyHas lured in vain.
Who would shrink from the earth when AprilWith slim rain hands shall reachThrough the doors of dark, and call themWho love her speech.
Foreboding
How shall I keep AprilWhen my songs are done—How can I be silentAnd still feel the sun?
I, who dreaded silence,I, who April-longKept my heart from breakingWith the cry of song.
How can I hold sunlightIn my hands, like gold,And bear the pain of silenceWhen my songs are old?
The Yale ReviewHazel Hall

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