More Edna…

Conrad Road, Forsyth County, April 1, 2008

Mama’s roses, Yadkin County, April 1, 2008

Edna is funny when she’s in a snarly mood. Everyone has an April like that every now and then, I guess. I hope your April is going better than Edna’s was when she wrote this. I believe it would have been 1920…


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,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay