He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
This poem is about how we see the world the way we want to rather than seeing the truth. We are so blinded by our strive for perfection, for something that we see fit rather than what is actually in front of us. It is also about how people tend to waste present time by brooding over the past. We don't see the beauty that is in the present and instead we see the ghosts of our past. We tend to bring back old memories and lose ourselves in it rather than forgetting it and letting it go and enjoy life in the present.
The theme of this poem is each minute is a minute we won't get back, so rather than wasting it over something that cannot be changed or brought back, create new and better memories in your current time.
There is no rhyme scheme but it makes use of end rhymes in lines 2 and 4, 6 and 8, 10 and 12. This poem have 4 stanzas.
"A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves" symbolises how people sometimes are too attached with someone from our past that is no longer in their lives presently, and chooses to spend the present thinking about them rather than moving on.
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