I know this is a bit predictable, but how can I ignore the first day of spring when it corresponds perfectly with the title of one of my favourite poems? I love this poem because it really calls out spring for hypocrisy and uses the metaphor of an uncarpeted flight of stairs. How awesome is that? I mean anybody can do something with waves, but stairs? And cups? Edna rocks it pretty hardcore here. So, enjoy the start of the season, read this poem, and think about death.
“Spring” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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.
Although, I realize this has no relevancy, it should be noted that my wireless internet connection is not working and I’m being forced to internet via dial-up. Dial-up. My life is an empty cup, a flight of uncarpetetd stairs. Between this and the digital camera issue, I’m not sure I have a reason to go on. Well, peace out, I guess.
