Under a cherry tree
I found a robin’s egg,
broken, but not shattered.

I had been thinking of you,
and was kneeling in the grass
among fallen blossoms

when I saw it: a blue scrap,
a delicate toy, as light
as confetti

It didn’t seem real,
but nature will do such things
from time to time.

I looked inside:
it was glistening, hollow,
a perfect shell

except for the missing crown,
which made it possible
to look inside.

What had been there
is gone now
and lives in my heart

where, periodically,
it opens up its wings,
tearing me apart.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Phillis Levin's poem End Of April

2 Comments

  1. Phil Spangler says:

    Beautiful poem
    Reminds me of my children…grown and gone…independent…missed

  2. Tyra and group says:

    just letting you know we love this poem and so we will be using it for a project for our video class. thanks just letting you know. its a very nice poem.

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