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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Poetry Month: Celebrate Spring!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Happy Reading!

1 comment:

  1. Ohhh SPRING! Where are you?? ;) It hasn't reached my neck of the woods yet, that's for sure!

    Lovely poem, thanks for sharing!



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