Friday, April 07, 2006

What Purpose April?

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

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.

From 'spring' by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

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