Can someone FIGURATIVELY analyze/interpret this poem please????

"Spring" by Edna St. Vincent Millay.





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.





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Can someone FIGURATIVELY analyze/interpret this poem please????
to me it comes off as summer is coming but to fast maybe.
Reply:In the wake of reality, the pain, the death the cruelty that is harshly associated with winter, what folly is it to come happily? Its asking if such naivette can survive in a real world. It condemns innocence as ignorance because in a world of grieving, it is of the worst offense to brush off the pain that is present. It says that happiness finds no reasoning in the world in which the poem is written. The writer is almost mad at the spring, at the life after the crash.
Reply:I don't know (she doesn't sound like a real fun date though, does she?). The line about "a flight of uncarpeted stairs" is a bit creepy (considering she died of a broken neck after falling downstairs). Anyway, her sonnets are better--this thing's kinda whiny.