april comes like an idiot

One of my favorite indoor ways to celebrate spring is to Google search lines I love from spring poems and then copy and paste them onto whatever medium I am currently using to communicate online. This ritual began in the 9th grade (by way of the AIM profile).

I share this information and the following poem not because I think you care, but because I am always searching for two things: 1) something to keep myself entertained and 2) attention.

With that in mind, I am convinced that Edna St. Vincent Millay was always entertained and drawing attention to herself because clearly, she was a nut.

S p r i n g

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

Hellz yeah. Later, when the weather is warmer and the timing is just right I will post my orginal and most favorite spring poem. Get EXCITEDDD!!!!