If you had come away with me <br />into another state <br />we had been quiet together. <br />But there the sun coming up <br />out of the nothing beyond the lake was <br />too low in the sky, <br />there was too great a pushing <br />against him, <br />too much of sumac buds, pink <br />in the head <br />with the clear gum upon them, <br />too many opening hearts of lilac leaves, <br />too many, too many swollen <br />limp poplar tassels on the <br />bare branches! <br />It was too strong in the air. <br />I had no rest against that <br />springtime! <br />The pounding of the hoofs on the <br />raw sods <br />stayed with me half through the night. <br />I awoke smiling but tired.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april/
