Two Aspects of April - I

Nothing is more certain than the flower—

and best, sometimes, are those

that start into blossom directly from

the harshness of bare gardens—the crocus

breaking through, narcissi heaving

a trampled place, and I saw once

jonquils, forgotten, buried under

a new driveway, covered with broken

stone

but still unsuppressed, rising still

into a graceful flower-head—