Poetry Friday: 1923 (part 2)

I’m glad to have at least one more Poetry Friday in 1923, since this is also the year of the publication of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems.  If you haven’t read Millay’s sonnets on love, and you have any appreciation for poetry, do yourself a favor: go find them and read as many as you can.  She has the power to laugh at the comedy of life, and then turn on a dime and break your heart.  She always does mine.  Here is Sonnet VI:

Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man’s desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

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One comment on “Poetry Friday: 1923 (part 2)

  1. Bonnie Hood says:

    Love it.

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