leafbud

He showed her swelling leafbuds on rose branches which had seemed dead.

I look at my hands and see they are still unfinished I look at the vine and see the leafbud inching towards life I look at my face in the glass and see a halfborn woman In "Paula Becker to Clara Westhoff" (1975-1976), Rich re-imagines two women as proto-lovers, collaborators, whose partnership was torn apart by obligatory marriages, whose friendship failed (but maybe didn't end) when Becker died giving birth to a child she didn't really want to have.

JUST AS THE TITLE OF THE POEM "SPRING AND ALL," BY WILLIAM Carlos Williams, almost dismissively anticipates the archetypal musings that season begets before subverting those musings, so too do the first six lines of "From My Window" by another Williams from New Jersey, Charles Kenneth, cater to a version of Americana, Norman Rockwell-like, as the arrival of spring, "the first morning," is announced by leafbuds, crocuses, joggers, and "kids ...