I cannot meet the Spring Unmoved
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --
A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her.
by Emily Dickinson
Pictures by SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)
