Oct 24 2007
i discovered this wonderful poem written by Edna St. Vincent Millay:
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.
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.
[mi-am adus aminte adineauri de ea si chiar e pacat sa nu primeasca toata atentia pe care o merita, aducand-o astfel la lumina si aici.
inca de pe vremea in care mi-a aparut ca si comentariu la o insemnare oarecare, am fost complet fascinata.
asadar multumesc inca o data! ]
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