In honor of the New Year, I have decided to add a new little feature to this blog o' mine: Poetry Thursdays. (I'm also pondering the idea of "Picture Tuesdays" but we'll see how that goes.) This idea was born out of my love of poetry, and my desire to share it. Thus, the first poem on the first Poetry Thursday is brought to you by Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Sonnet 42
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 winter stands the lonely tree,
nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows 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.
In the next life, I am going to find Ms. Millay, and I'm fairly sure that we are going to be BFFs.
2 comments:
Lovely. Can I also be BFF's with you and Edna?
You absolutely may. The more the merrier, frankly.
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