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From “Puella Mea” [Through the young and awkward hours]

Through the young and awkward hours
my lady perfectly moving,
through the new world scarce astir
my fragile lady wandering
in whose perishable poise
is the mystery of Spring
(with her beauty more than snow
dexterous and fugitive
my very frail lady drifting
distinctly, moving like a myth
in the uncertain morning, with
April feet like sudden flowers

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 10, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.

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Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
From “Debths”	Susan Howe	09/19/2013
From the Canal	Michael Dickman	09/18/2013
From “Fairies”	Mei-mei Berssenbrugge	09/17/2013
Get Up, Please	David Kirby	09/16/2013
To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth	Phillis Wheatley	09/15/2013
Marriage	William Carlos Williams	09/14/2013
My Bright Aluminum Tumblers	Michael Ryan	09/13/2013
Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People	Dorothea Lasky	09/12/2013
On Disappearing	Major Jackson	09/11/2013
Given	Joanna Klink	09/10/2013

Title

Author

Date

From “Debths”

Susan Howe

09/19/2013