Constant Reader discussion

April is National Poetry Month. Here's an April poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.. Do you have a favorite April Poem?

April

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.

I love this! Thank you.

Interesting and cranky take on the renewal of spring!

I like the concept that April comes in like an idiot, ignoring the death and dismay, to fill us with hope and optimism for the future. We need that after the winter. Thanks.

Another take on "April is the cruelest month." Would it were Cruller Month. I haven't had one in quite some time.

LOL

Wow, not a happy camper! I wonder what was going on in her life that made her so pessimistic and ... bitter? I think the beauty of the crocus is quite enough; I ask nothing more of it.

Can't say i love this one.

Thanks for posting this. It's a lovely surprise and fits my mood perfectly. This is why I love poetry.