Tag: Joanna Cleary
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“March” by Joanna Cleary
March “We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.” —Shakespeare, The Tempest (4.1.1887-89) Weeks ago, I read a poem about a lover Thawing with spring until she disappears With the snow, another about a father Light with illness as he leaves his bed To tend…