Carol,
<<Would you like to post something of hers?>>
Am happy to. This is a good intro to Edna St. Vincent Millay. But let me know if you can tolerate a very long poem and I will email my favorite to you (or post here if you think 24 stanzas can be tolerated).
The following is posted for personal use only and has no commercial application here.
Alms
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter of your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.
I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane.
I know the winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.
I water them and turn them south,
I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,
I only tend and water them.
There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows' fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,
I stood and watched him out of sight;
Today I reached around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
My heart is what it was before,
But it is winter with your love;
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window, - and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will.
Hope you enjoyed,
best,
Stitch |
