This year is the 50th anniversary of the publication of Liz Lochhead’s debut collection, Memo for Spring. Last month we published a brand new edition with an exclusive introduction from Ali Smith, and the poems are just as relevant today as they were fifty years ago. Our poem of the week is ‘Memo to myself for Spring’.
Memo to myself for Spring April April first you must fool me I am no longer anybody’s fool. I have danced with too many velvet tongued men. I have seen too many plaster effigies of saints for faith to mean much. Hope is treacherous and much to be guarded against in April. I refuse to put out with any more charity – I won’t be as mad as March in April. April you confidence trickster, you very practical practical joker – your clichéd burgeoning and budding calculated to set me wandering in a forest of cosmetic counters’ lyric poetry. You urge me, buy a lipstick treat yourself to a new dress try again. But April first you must fool me. April I fear you May. from Memo for Spring by Liz Lochhead
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