Thou hast thy music too…

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Mercury levels are shooting up with the arrival of March in Phnom Penh. Heat has become unbearable. It’s mid March now and wonder what April has in store! March brings a myriad memories of school days; end of the academic year, annual exams, long awaited summer vacation, meeting cousins, family reunions, hot afternoons, juicy mangoes, ice candies, small play houses with thatched roofs, swimming in the pond… endless list. And April has never been ‘the cruellest month’ for us, it was the much awaited time of the year. March brings different feelings with changing times and places.

Here’s how Emily Dickinson looks at March!

DEAR March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat—
You must have walked—
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the bird’s;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,—
I declare,How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me—
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.
Who knocks?

That April!Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.

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