Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Spring - Poem 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.


Comments about Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Bronze Star - 2,967 Points Geoffrey Fafard (4/7/2015 7:40:00 AM)

    Stunning, deep and provoking poetry …I will never look at April in the same light again! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 2:08:00 PM)

    I sense a feeling of anger coming through this piece. Anyone else? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Wendy Morse (4/27/2008 1:51:00 PM)

    This one of the greatest poems I have ever read. It poses all the fundamental questions about life in a nutshell. Very Clever! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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