SpringBY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAYTo what purpose, April, do you return again? 1Beauty is not enough. 2You can no longer quiet me with the redness 3Of little leaves opening stickily. 4I know what I know. 5The sun is hot on my neck as I observe 6The spikes of the crocus. 7The smell of the earthContinue reading “Spring : Edna St. Vincent Millay : : April Poems : : Month Poems : :”