Thursday, April 30, 2009

A Poem In My Pocket

Picked up at Mauigirl's Meanderings this evening. It took my breath away. The post that introduces this poem is also breathtaking.

Assault

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
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4 comments:

  1. MauigirlApril 30, 2009 at 8:31 PM

    Thanks Utah, for the link and compliment.

    I've always loved Edna St. Vincent Millay - have all her poems. I discovered her in my distant youth when her sad love sonnets resonated so well with my early 20's angst. But now that I'm older I really love her other poems even more, especially the ones about nature.

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  2. Utah SavageApril 30, 2009 at 9:06 PM

    Always happy to link to the best.

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  3. yellowdoggrannyApril 30, 2009 at 11:49 PM

    beautiful.

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  4. Sherry PasquarelloMay 1, 2009 at 10:36 AM

    oh, terrific! thanks,

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