Amat Victoria Curam: Victory Loves Preparation

 

It’s hot again.  The birds find the shadows of shade.  The days are longer and the nights too short.  There is no complaint here.  Maybe the cold and flu season will be over soon?

There is so much to do, let’s begin…

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Spring

BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

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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.

 

Hibiscus Flower
Hibiscus Flower by Marcia Verleta

 

 

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,

 

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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.

 

 

 

Marcia Verleta
by Marcia Verleta

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marcia Verleta
Marcia Verleta
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