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Sonnet by Alice Dunbar-Nelson

April is National Poetry Month, and if you know me at all, you know I love poetry. While I don’t plan on making every Ozarks Maven post a showcase of great verse, I plan to share several fabulous poems from the masters.

Today, I’m sharing one of Alice Dunbar-Nelson’s beautiful poems. This one always makes me stop and think.

Sonnet Alice Dunbar-Nelson, 1875 – 1935

I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops And cabarets and songs, and deadening wine. So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams; The perfect loveliness that God has made,— Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams. And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam. Thank you for reading Ozarks Maven! If you’ve enjoyed my little seeds of wisdom and joy, please subscribe to Ozarks Maven, Like Ozarks Maven on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter @OzarksMaven.

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