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Comment 6 of 66, added on January 27th, 2010 at 12:00 AM.
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Comment 5 of 66, added on March 16th, 2009 at 1:27 PM.
This like the coolest poems that i have ever read. i am one of the "cool
girls" at my school but i really like reading i not like some other cool
Y@zzy from United States
Comment 4 of 66, added on May 20th, 2007 at 6:29 PM.
I think of this poem as a metaphor for young people . . . they are the
spring that changes everything while (hopefully) breaking nothing. All the
while, older people stare in wonder, and maybe offer a few suggestions on
how things should be arranged.
marmelade from United States
Comment 3 of 66, added on April 3rd, 2006 at 1:53 PM.
The beginning of spring is always tentative. A few blossoms here and
there, some flowering trees there, then cold again, and maybe some flowers
don't survive. Maybe this is the first day of spring and we won't have cold
again -- and maybe not. Perhaps. Were those flowers there yesterday and I
didn't notice? Maybe-- perhaps. A little color here and a little there,
and then a wind that covers the ground with delicate petals, a
rearrangement. It's delicate, temporary,full of change -- not full blown
summer or late spring.
Nancy Sullivan from United States
Comment 2 of 66, added on January 30th, 2006 at 12:09 AM.
i take this poem to comment on the way spring can come in and slightly
alter things without destroying them or changing them beyond recognition.
time is a cumulative process, not a series of separate seasons.
spring is another phase of life, it is a time when some things die and
others are born, but that which is new does not destroy the (memory of the)
it's a beautiful sentiment and a beautiful poem.
Jodi from United States
Comment 1 of 66, added on May 11th, 2005 at 9:18 PM.
okay basically the poem is about how spring comes rrushing in silently and
it suddenly changes everything around (the window scene) and the last line
just says how it comes and goes with nothing in its way
lucky, lucky spring
jenn from United States
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