We have Ezra Pound to thank, in part, for the initial attention Robert Frost’s poetry began to receive after he returned to New Hampshire in 1915. Therefore, as part of National Poetry Month, our April of Frost, we’re taking a little diversion to Pound’s poem April.
By Ezra Pound
THREE spirits came to me
And drew me apart
To where the olive boughs
Lay stripped upon the ground:
Pale carnage beneath bright mist.
Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.