April is National Poetry Month!

[cerusee]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, excerpt from her play, The Lamp and the Bell.


Rain comes down
And hushes the town.
And where is the voice that I heard crying?

Snow settles
Over the nettles.
Where is the voice that I heard crying?

Sand at last
On the drifting mast.
And where is the voice that I heard crying?

Earth now
On the busy brow.
And where is the voice that I heard crying?