Apr. 30th, 2008

Oh, Edna.

Apr. 30th, 2008 03:25 pm
grammargirl: (I'd verb her noun)
I suppose technically speaking I should have posted this at the beginning of National Poetry Month instead of the end, but oh well. This remains one of my favorite Bitter Edna poems.

Spring

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.


--Edna St. Vincent Millay

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