Welcome back to the Daily Poem. I'm David Kern, and today is Thursday, April 15th, 2021.

Today's poem is from Charlotte Mew, who was an English poet. I read a poem by her last month

towards the end of March, but wanted to share another one with you that is perfect for this time of

year. Mew lived from November of 1869 to March of 1928 and is a poet whose life was marked by a lot of tragedy

and ended by suicide at the age of 58 following her sister's death.

But I think she's a poet that probably more people should read.

So I wanted to share another of her poems here with you.

The one I'm going to read today is called I So Like Spring. It's not a long poem. It goes like this.

I so like spring last year because you were here. The thrushes too.

Because it was these you so liked to hear.

I so liked you.

This year is a different thing.

I'll not think of you.

But I'll like the spring because it is simply spring as the thrushes do.

So I like this poem for a couple of reasons.

One, because it seems at first like it's going to be a kind of a unrequited love poem.

Well, actually, at first it seems like it could be a romance, like a poem about true love.

And then it turns into a poem about unrequited love.

And then it becomes a poem about being your own person.

And that drops on you.

There's just a nice surprise in that. I love simple poems that you

get surprised by at the end. I also like this poem because it's hard to read out loud, at least for me.

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