Poem of the Week: all the world, and I, and surely you

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Brompton Cemetary, London

“Sonnet XVII”

Loving you less than life, a little less
Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall
Or brush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess
I cannot swear I love you not at all.
For there is that about you in this light–
A yellow darkness, sinister of rain–
Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight
To dwell on you, and dwell on you again.
And I am made aware of many a week
I shall consume, remembering in what way
Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek,
And what divine absurdities you say:
Till all the world, and I, and surely you,
Will know I love you, whether or not I do.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

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2 Responses to Poem of the Week: all the world, and I, and surely you

  1. Have a great year ahead! Great visiting this space…

  2. Chris Lester says:

    Wow … this poem definitely inspires story ideas. Very cool imagery — thanks for sharing!

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