Impulse

SONGS

IMPULSE

I do not know

A single thing

To make me laugh,

To make me sing: ;

For I have seen this

All before-

Lilacs, syringa

At my door;

My eyes have watched

The wounding sight

Of a mad petal's

Fettered flight;

Yet when wild April

Flurries past,

And honeyed buds

Are opening fast-

Oh, when wild April

Flurries by,

My feet will dance. . . .

T don't know why.

Structure

22 lines · 6 stanzas