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Very similar composition to Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Spring" (but perhaps a little sunnier):To what purpose, April, do you return again?Beauty is not enough.You can no longer quiet me with the rednessOf little leaves opening stickily.I know what I know.The sun is hot on my neck as I observeThe 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 menEaten by maggots.Life in itselfIs nothing,An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,AprilComes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
AH, Edna surely appreciated the beauty of April.
Love this poem (and all things Walt Whitman)–so discomforting and sadly shaped by his Civil War experience. And beautiful.
Beautiful. I'm really not that big of a fan of poetry but I really like this. I'm going to post in on my facebook page. Thanks for sharing!
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