10.8.2010: i’m an edna st. vincent millay fan. love this one:

‘I know I am but summer to your heart’

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.

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7.12.2010: another fav; by edna st.vincent millay. it’s raining today, so i’m a bit nostalgic. i found a youtube vid where someone is reading it, but apparently only men are allowed to record themselves reading poetry. i think this works best in a woman’s voice–men just make the poem creepy–haha!! anyway, here’s the vid and the poem follows:

(Sonnet XLIII)

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that not again

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I only know that summer sang in me

A little while, that in me sings no more.

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5.17.2010: i feel like a teenage girl who only reads nick sparks books!!! another sappy, but beautiful poem. i had to memorize it for high school senior english and was just reminded about it today when talking to a student:

Passionate Shepard to His Love –by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

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5.16.2010: here’s another of my favorite poems:

I Am Not Yours – by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

this, to me, is about loving someone from afar–maybe someone the speaker has seen once or worse, used to know but can’t be with for whatever reason. maybe a modern scenario would be a soldier who is in the middle east–the poem could be written to the love back home…whatever, though. i just love it!

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today (5/15), i’m in an emily dickinson mood. here are a few i’ve loved for some time (in no particular order)…

#1. It’s all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –

#2. This  is probably my 2nd favorite ED poem ever!! <the first one is about death, but i’m not depressed today, so i didn’t want to include it!!>

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port, –
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!

#3.This one is, to me, about a desire you have that can’t be quenched

You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—

You cannot fold a Flood—
And put it in a Drawer—
Because the Winds would find it out—
And tell your Cedar Floor—

#4. and this one, of course, just means there is no rhyme or reason for loving someone—sometimes it’s just all you can do; there’s no stopping it.

“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—

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