“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
“Dear March, Come In” is Emily Dickinson’s eloquent greeting to the season of Spring. By personifying the season we have thought about every single day of a long and infinite winter, she reminds the listener that Spring is on its way and will likely be out of breath when it arrives. And right when they get comfortable, who else but April knocks at the door. Can you imagine? The nerve.