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Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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
Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:- Assault
- Tavern
- Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless
- Eel-Grass
- Witch-Wife
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Alfred Tennyson Spring ("Birds' love and birds' song") Samuel Johnson Spring ("Stern Winter now, by Spring repress'd") Christina Rossetti Spring ("Frost-locked all the winter") Gerard Hopkins Spring ("Nothing is so beautiful as spring") William Morris Spring ("Spring am I, too soft of heart") Isaac Rosenberg Spring ("I walk and wonder") Andrew Lang Spring ("Now the bright crocus flames, and now") Robert Anderson Spring ("The snow's dissolv'd, the chilly winter's fled") Francis Ledwidge Spring ("Once more the lark with song and speed") Thomas Nashe Spring ("Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king") Janet Hamilton Spring ("Fairy Spring, in kirtle green") Alfred Douglas Spring ("Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again!") Marion Angus Spring ("THE green corn springs") William Campbell Spring ("There dwells a spirit in the budding year") James Percival Spring ("AGAIN the infant flowers of Spring") Henry Timrod Spring ("Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air") John Lapraik Spring ("THOU goddess of the blooming Spring") Lola Ridge Spring ("A spring wind on the Bowery")
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