You say love is this, love is that: <br />Poplar tassels, willow tendrils <br />the wind and the rain comb, <br />tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip-- <br />branches drifting apart. Hagh! <br />Love has not even visited this country.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-of-april/
