Spring (revisited)
after Edna St Vincent Millay
beauty is not enough
returning and repurposing
opening stickily
you can no longer quiet me
with the redness of leaves
I know what I know
sun on my neck
spikes of the crocus
the earth’s good smell
life is an empty cup
a flight of uncarpeted stairs
it’s not enough
to come down this hill
babbling
strewing flowers
I know what I know
Last poem in the series "Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay"
Love. This is great and spare and moving, Magdalena.
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