Famous Nature Poem

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), was born in Rockland, Maine on February 22. During the 1920's she lived in Greenwich Village, New York City, and wrote for Vanity Fair under the pseudonym Nancy Boyd.

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Spring

Edna St. Vincent Millay By more 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

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