Spring
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
Life in itself
Beauty is not enough.
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
The smell of the earth is good.
Is nothing,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
The spikes of the crocus.
Of little leaves opening stickily.
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
Not only under ground are the brains of men
I know what I know.
Eaten by maggots.
April
You can no longer quiet me with the redness