“At April' Toss your gay heads, Brown girl trees; Toss your gay lovely heads; Shake your brown slim bodies; Stretch your brown… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
