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Mar 09, 2008 23:38

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A rebuttle, curtesy of Edna St. Vincent Millay discreetesthete March 10 2008, 15:50:46 UTC
Spring

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.

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Re: A rebuttle, curtesy of Edna St. Vincent Millay whydoihavethis March 10 2008, 16:38:32 UTC
a completely unrelated side-step courtesy of ms. austen:

I never saw a more promising inclination; he was growing quite inattentive to other people, and wholly engrossed by her. Every time they met, it was more decided and remarkable. At his own ball he offended two or three young ladies, by not asking them to dance; and I spoke to him twice myself, without receiving an answer. Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

(Guess what I spent 6 hours doing last night.)

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