Daniel's post just tweaked my memory: In Camille Paglia's Break, Blow, Burn, a collection of close readings of famous poems, the final selection is "Woodstock." I love the song, it brings back my youth, but I'm sorry; it's not a poem in the same league as the others she includes.
On the other hand, "April come she will..." can make a better case. (And now I'm on a hopeless nostalgia trip.)
Maryann
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