Second April

Part 1

Produced by Judy Boss

SECOND APRIL

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

TO MY BELOVED FRIEND CAROLINE B. DOW

CONTENTS

SPRING INLAND CITY TREES TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG WRAITH JOURNEY EBB EEL-GRASS ELAINE ELEGY BEFORE DEATH BURIAL THE BEAN-STALK MARIPOSA WEEDS THE LITTLE HILL PASSER MORTUUS EST DOUBT NO MORE THAT OBERON PASTORAL LAMENT ASSAULT EXILED TRAVEL THE DEATH OF AUTUMN LOW-TIDE ODE TO SILENCE SONG OF A SECOND APRIL MEMORIAL TO D. C. ROSEMARY UNNAMED SONNETS I-XII THE POET AND HIS BOOK WILD SWANS ALMS

SECOND APRIL

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.

CITY TREES

The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would hear such music as is made Upon a country tree.

Oh, little leaves that are so dumb Against the shrieking city air, I watch you when the wind has come,-- I know what sound is there.

THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG

God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to us, bereft.

Gay the lights of Heaven showed, And 'twas God who walked ahead; Yet I wept along the road, Wanting my own house instead.

Wept unseen, unheeded cried, "All you things my eyes have kissed, Fare you well! We meet no more, Lovely, lovely tattered mist!

Weary wings that rise and fall All day long above the fire!"-- Red with heat was every wall, Rough with heat was every wire--

"Fare you well, you little winds That the flying embers chase! Fare you well, you shuddering day, With your hands before your face!

And, ah, blackened by strange blight, Or to a false sun unfurled, Now forevermore goodbye, All the gardens in the world!

On the windless hills of Heaven, That I have no wish to see, White, eternal lilies stand, By a lake of ebony.

But the Earth forevermore Is a place where nothing grows,-- Dawn will come, and no bud break; Evening, and no blossom close.

Spring will come, and wander slow Over an indifferent land, Stand beside an empty creek, Hold a dead seed in her hand."

God had called us, and we came, But the blessed road I trod Was a bitter road to me, And at heart I questioned God.

"Though in Heaven," I said, "be all That the heart would most desire, Held Earth naught save souls of sinners Worth the saving from a fire?

Withered grass,--the wasted growing! Aimless ache of laden boughs!" Little things God had forgotten Called me, from my burning house.

"Though in Heaven," I said, "be all That the eye could ask to see, All the things I ever knew Are this blaze in back of me."

"Though in Heaven," I said, "be all That the ear could think to lack, All the things I ever knew Are this roaring at my back."

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It was God who walked ahead, Like a shepherd to the fold; In his footsteps fared the weak, And the weary and the old,

Glad enough of gladness over, Ready for the peace to be,-- But a thing God had forgotten Was the growing bones of me.

And I drew a bit apart, And I lagged a bit behind, And I thought on Peace Eternal, Lest He look into my mind:

And I gazed upon the sky, And I thought of Heavenly Rest,-- And I slipped away like water Through the fingers of the blest!

All their eyes were fixed on Glory, Not a glance brushed over me; "Alleluia! Alleluia!" Up the road,--and I was free.

And my heart rose like a freshet, And it swept me on before, Giddy as a whirling stick, Till I felt the earth once more.

All the earth was charred and black, Fire had swept from pole to pole; And the bottom of the sea Was as brittle as a bowl;

And the timbered mountain-top Was as naked as a skull,-- Nothing left, nothing left, Of the Earth so beautiful!

"Earth," I said, "how can I leave you?" "You are all I have," I said; "What is left to take my mind up, Living always, and you dead?"

"Speak!" I said, "Oh, tell me something! Make a sign that I can see! For a keepsake! To keep always! Quick!--before God misses me!"

And I listened for a voice;-- But my heart was all I heard; Not a screech-owl, not a loon, Not a tree-toad said a word.

And I waited for a sign;-- Coals and cinders, nothing more; And a little cloud of smoke Floating on a valley floor.

And I peered into the smoke Till it rotted, like a fog:-- There, encompassed round by fire, Stood a blue-flag in a bog!

Little flames came wading out, Straining, straining towards its stem, But it was so blue and tall That it scorned to think of them!

Red and thirsty were their tongues, As the tongues of wolves must be, But it was so blue and tall-- Oh, I laughed, I cried, to see!

All my heart became a tear, All my soul became a tower, Never loved I anything As I loved that tall blue flower!

It was all the little boats That had ever sailed the sea, It was all the little books That had gone to school with me;

On its roots like iron claws Rearing up so blue and tall,-- It was all the gallant Earth With its back against a wall!

In a breath, ere I had breathed,-- Oh, I laughed, I cried, to see!-- I was kneeling at its side, And it leaned its head on me!

Crumbling stones and sliding sand Is the road to Heaven now; Icy at my straining knees Drags the awful under-tow;

Soon but stepping-stones of dust Will the road to Heaven be,-- Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Reach a hand and rescue me!

"There--there, my blue-flag flower; Hush--hush--go to sleep; That is only God you hear, Counting up His folded sheep!

Lullabye--lullabye-- That is only God that calls, Missing me, seeking me, Ere the road to nothing falls!

He will set His mighty feet Firmly on the sliding sand; Like a little frightened bird I will creep into His hand;

I will tell Him all my grief, I will tell Him all my sin; He will give me half His robe For a cloak to wrap you in.

Lullabye--lullabye--" Rocks the burnt-out planet free!-- Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Reach a hand and rescue me!

Ah, the voice of love at last! Lo, at last the face of light! And the whole of His white robe For a cloak against the night!

And upon my heart asleep All the things I ever knew!-- "Holds Heaven not some cranny, Lord, For a flower so tall and blue?"

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All's well and all's well! Gay the lights of Heaven show! In some moist and Heavenly place We will set it out to grow.

JOURNEY

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me--I am so tired, so tired Of passing pleasant places! All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed; Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long Over my shoulder have I looked at peace; And now I fain would lie in this long grass And close my eyes. Yet onward! Cat birds call Through the long afternoon, and creeks at dusk Are guttural. Whip-poor-wills wake and cry, Drawing the twilight close about their throats. Only my heart makes answer. Eager vines Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees Pause in their dance and break the ring for me; Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread Of round-faced roses, pink and petulant, Look back and beckon ere they disappear. Only my heart, only my heart responds. Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side All through the dragging day,--sharp underfoot And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs-- But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

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