Here it is spring again <br />and I still a young man! <br />I am late at my singing. <br />The sparrow with the black rain on his breast <br />has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past: <br />What is it that is dragging at my heart? <br />The grass by the back door <br />is stiff with sap. <br />The old maples are opening <br />their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers. <br />A moon hangs in the blue <br />in the early afternoons over the marshes. <br />I am late at my singing.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-late-singer/
