April

Poem by Gérard De Nerval Period 19th century

Already the fair days, – the dust,
A sky of azure and of light,
The burning walls, the long evenings; –
And nothing green: – hardly yet
A reddish reflection adorns
The great trees with their black branches!

This fine weather weighs on me and wearies me.
– It is only after days of rain
That there must arise, in a picture,
The greening and rosy spring,
Like a fresh nymph newly hatched
Who, smiling, comes out of the water.

Gérard de Nerval

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