Spring, by Alex Cigale Spring, coming in from street, where poplars /
stand amazed, the distance is scared, the houses /
afraid to fall down, the air blue, like a sack...
Spring, by Babette Deutsch I’ve come from the street. Spring, where the poplar stands /
Amazed, where distance quails, and the house fears it will fall, /
Where the air is b...
Spring, by Peter France and Jon Stallworthy Spring, I come in from the street, where the poplar is shaken, /
Where distance is frightened, the house afraid it will fall, /
Where the air is b...
