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 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.
--"Spring" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
7 comments:
Love those big purple Alium! Can't wait until mine bloom!
Lovely images of spring!
Great poem Bridget and those Allium are terrific!
I know next to nothing about Edna, but this poem is certainly a study in contrasts! The spring beauty of your photos is enough for me and the smell of the earth is indeed good.
Oh, you have such lovely signs of spring!!
Beautiful post!
Looks like spring has sprung in Philadelphia.
It is summer here ...........air conditioning went on yesterday.
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