“Beech
leaves which might have clung
Parching
for six weeks more
Were
stripped by last night's gale
Which
made so black a roar.”— American poet Richard
Wilbur (1921-), “March,” in The Four Seasons: Poems, edited by
J.D. McClatchy (Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets edition, 2008)
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