Explore "Second April: SPRING" by Edna St. Vincent Millay on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.