Spring comes on the World --
Spring comes on the World -- I sight the Aprils -- Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative, Touched to Conditions By a Hum.
Emily Dickinson
Spring comes on the World -- I sight the Aprils -- Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative, Touched to Conditions By a Hum.
Emily Dickinson’s short poem captures a feeling of waiting — the arrival of spring is happening, but the speaker can’t truly see it. The “Aprils” are there, but they have no color until “thou come.” It’s a love poem, really. The world is drab and meaningless without that one person.
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