What Purpose April?
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Life in itself
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.
From 'spring' by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
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