Time of the flowering quince, Of coral cups jewelling Dark ribs in an early April garden, of warmth Clustering alive with bees, Hourly, under new sun. This colour, red, really Too loud for English spring, Like secret thoughts somewhere, Much brighter than a place Or country would allow, Freeing some captive words.

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