Each Friday we provide the link to the blogger who is hosting a celebration of poetry around the blogosphere. At that site you can find the links to the many other blogs that are posting poems (new and old), discussions of poems, and reviews of poetry books. It’s also a great way to explore the internet.
Enjoy the festivities!
The host this week is Laura Salas.
You can visit her here at Writing the World for Kids
(Sunlight and Shadow, Newbury Marshes, Massachusetts
by Martin Johnson Heade, 1819-1904, American artist)
“Love is a circle that doth restless move / In the same sweet eternity of love.” ~ Robert Herrick (1591-1674), the greatest of the English Cavalier poets
THE SPRING AND THE FALL
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.
Year be springing or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There’s much that’s fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
’Tis not love’s going hurt my days,
But that it went in little ways.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), American poet
Those last two lines...
ReplyDelete"’Tis not love’s going hurt my days,
But that it went in little ways."
...so much in those last two lines.
What beautiful rhythm! Love "The rooks went up with a raucous trill." Thank you for this Millay poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Another new-to-me poem. I like the gentle lilting rhythm, the delicate,refined sentiment.
ReplyDeleteThanks for pointing people to Millay, who deserves to be more widely read than she currently is--especially her sonnets.
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