"All the same, I was born; and what is more, with alacrity—so I am told—in the small hours; at the crack of spring, and impatient for it. Impatience, Kafka said, is the primal sin. I was guilty of it, in early years at least. It was the month of the year when Kafka left Berlin to die. It was the day, March 22nd, of Goethe's death and his cry for more light."
Michael Hamburger (1924-2007), String of Beginnings
The two swallows seen shivering
After the feat of migration
Have moved on or starved,
Unmended their mud nests gape.