Spring in New Hampshire
by Claude McKay
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds go laughing by, Wasting the golden hours indoors, Washing windows and scrubbing floors. Too wonderful the April night, Too faintly sweet the first May flowers, The stars too gloriously bright, For me to spend the evening hours, When fields are fresh and streams are leaping, Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping. I chose the poem by Claude Mckay because he mentioned spring cleaning with his line of "washing windows and scrubbing floors". This line really hit home for me since i get really into the spring cleaning mode and go off on my house.