POEM of the DAY

Tuesday, March 3

 

 

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 the 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,

April

 

Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

 

 

 

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ISBN-13: 9780375761232
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Published: Modern Library, 9/2002

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