I Met my Darling at the Start of Spring

So Is It Spring?

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I Met my Darling at the Start of Spring
 
I met my darling at the start of spring
And dallied with her till I tired of it.
And then I killed her, so I could again
Have other darlings, till I waned in wit.

But then I met another lissome lass,
Who reeled me in as if I were a catch,
Then struck me hard and set my heart aflame,
And tossed me off, as if I were a match.

And so I perished and was born again,
Forgetting all my sins and suffering.
And growing then to youth and middle age,
I looked to fall, while looking back at spring.

And summer, winter and the seasons all
Of all my lives appeared to coalesce.
And those I’d wounded, those who’d wounded me—
Were none, I saw, but I—no more, no less.

2018 May 4th, Fri.
Brooklyn, New York  
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So Is It Spring?

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