In Remembrance of a Great Writer
February 18, 1931-August 5, 2019
I want to be the last girl in the world with a story like mine.”
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. Continue reading “Poem of the Week: Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay”