Milai [America]
What's the point of your coming again?
April, isn't it beautiful enough?
You've been bothering me for a long time.
Light green with a touch of red.
Everything looks familiar.
My neck is sensitive to the temperature of the sun.
Just like I only notice primroses in my ears.
A pleasant smell of earth.
On the surface, there is no death here.
But what does this symbolize?
It's not just the underground maggots that finish eating.
Human brain marrow
Life itself has nothing.
An empty cup, a flight of stairs without carpet.
One year is not enough to reach the mountain.
April, come here like an idiot.
Nonsense, waste of flowers.
Spring (Edna Saint Vincent Millay)
April, what did you come back for?
Beauty is not enough.
You can't keep me quiet with red.
Small leaves are sticky and open.
I know what I know.
I saw the sun burning on my neck.
The spikes of saffron.
The soil tastes good.
Obviously not dead.
But what does this mean?
Not only is there a human brain underground.
Eaten by maggots.
Life itself,
Nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of unpaved stairs.
It is not enough to go downhill every year.
April
Like an idiot, spreading flowers endlessly.