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My Favorite Excerpt of Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The rain, I said, is kind to come

And speak to me in my new home.

I would I were alive again

To kiss the fingers of the rain, 152 more words

Night watches beside me in this windy place

If you are reading this automated post, my large umbrella has finally caught enough wind to sweep me away à la Mary Poppins 106 more words

Edna St Vincent Millay, poet (1892-1950)

Isn’t it interesting how we sometimes stumble across a poem which speaks to us. A few years back, I was lucky enough to have one of my poems… 359 more words

Poetic Interlude XC

God’s World
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise! 90 more words
Poetic Interludes

To a Friend Estranged from Me

Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun
That will not rise again.
Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea, 227 more words

Second Life

Once a week - 8

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. 59 more words

Old Poem Saturday - Counting-Out Rhyme - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Today is going to be both Old Poem Saturday and raw-unedited doodle Saturday as well! Apparently, inside my head, Edna St. Vincent Millay’s lovely poem “Counting-Out Rhyme” + lunch-time Friday meeting = doodle of Lord of the Rings-esque falcons. 41 more words