What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply.
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
3 comments:
'I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.'
that was beautiful. thanks a bunch for posting it. y'know, i'm not super familiar with dear old eds, but am anxious to check out some of her work.
What are you, some kind of commie-pinko-islamofacist?
I bet you don't even got no yellow ribbon on yer pick up!
Dear Ms. Henri, I'm certainly glad you enjoyed it. I'm not very familiar with Ms. Eds either but I loved that poem; it said quite a lot, I think. Planning on picking up some of her poetry (and possibly her biography cuz I hear she was one crazy mama!).
Dear Pax, I think you commented on the wrong blog, silly. This is the lace-curtained vulnerable poetic one with its heart on its sleeve-- the commie pinko islamofacist one is the one above. Grin grin.
But yes, for my next magical trick ah believe -- ah say I do believe -- that I'll do a bunch of quotes on religion. That oughta raise some hackles, huh???
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