Poetry Meme!

[chomiji]

When you see this, post your favorite poem.

Ganked from lady_ganesh, kispexi2, and jedishampoo — all at once!

It's going to have to be a favorite poem. This one's a little sad for me - it makes me think of my father, although the penultimate line makes it pretty clear that the poet had a young woman in mind.

Sonnet III, from Renascence and Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
   And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
   And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
   And all the nests that the bared branches show,
   And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.

You go no more on your exultant feet
   Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
   Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,--
But you were something more than young and sweet
   And fair, — and the long year remembers you.

Comments

[jedishampoo.livejournal.com]

Oh, how lovely and bittersweet! Thank you for sharing.

Poetry Meme!

[chomiji]

Yeah ... I'm not into many poets, but I'm fairly passionate about the ones I like. I didn't discover Millay, really, until recently, although I knew a few of her poems from anthologies and quotations.

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

*sniff* That's beautiful.

[chomiji]

I really do remember him as the seasons turn. He was such a huge lover of nature and the outdoors. He had no interest in hiking for distance or anything - he just liked to ramble around. He knew all the local parks and when the various wildflowers would emerge as the seasons turned.