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April is National Poetry Month

Saturday, April 09, 2011

April is National Poetry Month, so I am sharing the following poem by Edna St Vincent Millay. Just read it, and make of it what you will.


Edna St Vincent Millay
Spring

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 underground 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.


Did you know Edna St Vincent Millay died falling down a flight of uncarpeted stairs?
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JOYATLAST 4/20/2011 8:16PM

    Oh, the power of words. I shall always remember April coming like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

And I choose to believe the authors glimpse of hopelessness was overcome again by the voice of innocence.

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JCORYCMA 4/13/2011 11:05PM

    The introduction that our mother wrote to her book of poems was very prophetic about her death which turned out to be one month after her book was published in -- April.


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VALERIEMAHA 4/12/2011 8:51PM

    BTW, you may have known this about Mary Oliver (also a Pulitzer Prize holder)::

"Mary Oliver began writing poetry at the age of 14, and at 17 visited the home of the late Pulitzer Prize winning poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Austerlitz, upper New York state. She and Norma, the poet’s sister, became friends and Oliver more or less lived there for the next six or seven years, running around the 800 acres like a child, helping Norma, or at least being company to her and assisting with organizing the late poet's papers."

http://en.wikipedia
.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver

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CANDOK1260 4/12/2011 1:20PM

    well I think sometime I am have depress as this poem . I understand it. You have shown us some wonderful potery thanks

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COLEENCOLE 4/12/2011 11:20AM

    I heard she had a heart attack and then fell down the steps. It is clear from this poem that she was not a happy person and it was published when she was 29. I wonder if she ever found herself before she died.

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VALERIEMAHA 4/12/2011 8:46AM

    Awwww....Trace (STLRZGRRL), thanks for dragging me over to visit! I always love it when I'm here, I just don't take the time to make the trip, ya'know?

The image of April, of life, is so vivid and TRUE...the yin and the yang...life and death...beauty and the void.
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Maha

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COACHPENNY 4/11/2011 7:29PM

    That IS prophetic.

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KALISWALKER 4/10/2011 1:37AM

    I have to agree with her, the uncarpeted stairs are not to my liking. But I love spring!

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ALLIEINSHAPE 4/10/2011 12:25AM

    Oh dear, she must have been in a bad mood when she wrote that. I like the imagery though.

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EGRAMMY 4/9/2011 10:27PM

    Thanks for telling me it's National Poetry Month. emoticon

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WALLAHALLA 4/9/2011 9:04PM

    ironic

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STLRZGRRL 4/9/2011 4:52PM

    How appropriate that she chose to go out that way...

because she knew what she knew?

Yep. I know what I know.

Even as I might be afraid to know it... thank you for this, CM... and for bringing so much happy to me as we go along the path...
MWAH!



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PETALIA 4/9/2011 3:26PM

    "...a flight of uncarpeted stairs." Why does that evoke so much? How can a description so seemingly banal be so visceral?

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LINDARUTH46 4/9/2011 3:12PM

    Wow, thanks for the poem. It's a good one, if a little depressing. How weird that she died falling down a stairway.

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