Sour Grapes - A Book of Poems #230375

The Late Singer<br><br>Here it is spring again<br>and I still a young man!<br>I am late at my singing.<br>The sparrow with the black rain on his breast<br>has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past:<br>What is it that is dragging at my heart?<br>The grass by the back door<br>is stiff with sap.<br>The old maples are opening<br>their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers.<br>A moon hangs in the blue<br>in the early afternoons over the marshes.<br>I am late at my singing.