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Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.
The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Comments (2)
...there will be a final glory.
Posted by brandon | October 18, 2007 4:07 PM
Posted on October 18, 2007 16:07
False life! a foil and no more, when
Wilt thou be gone?
Thou foul deception of all men,
That would not have the true come on!
Thou art a moon-like toil; a blind
Self-posing state;
A dark contest of waves and wind;
A mere tempestuous debate.
Life is a fix'd, discerning light,
A knowing joy;
No chance, or fit: but ever bright,
And calm, and full, yet doth not cloy.
'Tis such a blissful thing, that still
Doth vivify,
And shine and smile, and hath the skill
To please without eternity.
Thou art a toilsome mole, or less,
A moving mist.
But life is, what none can express,
A quickness, which my God hath kiss'd.
- "Quickness" by Henry Vaughan.
Posted by brandon | October 21, 2007 3:14 PM
Posted on October 21, 2007 15:14