Poem of the Week: all the world, and I, and surely you
December 29th, 2007 at 05:26pm cicada
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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 Comments Add your own
1. Sunil Gangadharan | December 31st, 2007 at 11:01 am
Have a great year ahead! Great visiting this space…
2. Chris Lester | January 2nd, 2008 at 11:31 am
Wow … this poem definitely inspires story ideas. Very cool imagery — thanks for sharing!
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