I love this poem. It may well wind up on the wall next to the Graves one. Witch-Wife | ||
by Edna St. Vincent Millay | ||
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun 'tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine. |
"We're all fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance." -- Japanese proverb
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Witch-Wife by Millay
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