Marsh

Now, now, the world
All gabbles joy like geese,for
An idiot glory the sky
Bands. Look!
All leaves are new, are
Now, are
Bangles dangling and
Spangling, in sudden air
Wangling, then
Hanging quiet, bright.
The world comes back, and again
Is gabbling, and yes,
Remarkably worse, for
The world is a whirl of
Green mirrors gone wild with
Deceit, and the world
Whirls green on a string, then
The leaves go quiet, wink
From their own shade, secretly.
Keep still, just a moment, leaves.

There is something I am trying to remember.

Deciduous Spring by Robert Penn Warren

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