Laughing Rose

IF I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.

If I were merry April now,
How I would pelt her cheeks with showers;
I'd make carnations, rich and warm,
Of her vermillion flowers.

Since she will laugh in April's face
No matter how he rains or blows --
Then O that I wild April were,
To play with laughing Rose .

W.H. Davies (1871-1940)

From what I read about the Welsh poet, author, and self described supertramp, some of William Henery Davies' poems are difficult to date. This one was published in a book simply titled Collected Poems in 1916.

Inexplicably popular during the early 1900's he was one to rewrite poems many times over. I find his poetry surprisingly modernistic and full of quirky imagery.

Public domain text taken from The Poets’ Corner:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/davies01.html#15


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