Thisisthetime, inMarch, whenthesloeiswhiteandmistyinthehedge-tanglebythestream, , silverypink, ispassing, butthepeach, deep-toned, bluey, notatallethereal, thisrevealsitselflikeflesh, andthetreesarelikeisolatedindividuals, , thatpinkamongthecominggreenofspring, , andalongtheedgesofthepodere, thebig, sturdy, black-purpleanemones, withblackhearts.
Thedaisiesareouttoo, insheets, , thedwindletobrightlittlethings, liketinybuttons, .
Insomeplacesthereareoddyellowtulips, slender, , , expandbeyondthemselves, andaregonelikeanillusion.
Andwhenthetulipsaregone, thereisamoment'spause, .
InthepausetowardstheendofApril, whentheflowersseemtohesitate, , attheveryendsofthebareboughsoffigtrees, , andbegintotaketheshapeofhands, , likeglandsonthethroatofagoat.
-brown, butnotlikeautumn, ratherlikethinwingsbatswhenlikebirds-callthembirds-theywheelincloudsagainstthesettingsun, andthesunglowsthroughthestretchedmembraneoftheirwings, asthroughthin, , notthereddustofautumn.
