“I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music”
As though it knew and was waiting for me,
Believing I was someone who would hear
Its last wish, its prayer unutterable
In language and voiced only in song.
I knew that its black eyes still saw me
And took me into its life and its death,
Both more precious to it than my own;
How the air caged it in now and how
It asked to be set free beneath the field.
I have heard my refusal again and again
And though I have never returned, I see
So clearly the white bones like stones
Marking the place of its passage, not into
The silence of ground but the risen voice
Of the one who is now singing over it.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-11-29 at 11:25
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music”
Rite of Passage
I came upon it not knowing it was there,As though it knew and was waiting for me,
Believing I was someone who would hear
Its last wish, its prayer unutterable
In language and voiced only in song.
I knew that its black eyes still saw me
And took me into its life and its death,
Both more precious to it than my own;
How the air caged it in now and how
It asked to be set free beneath the field.
I have heard my refusal again and again
And though I have never returned, I see
So clearly the white bones like stones
Marking the place of its passage, not into
The silence of ground but the risen voice
Of the one who is now singing over it.
Poetry by countryfog
Read 613 times
Written on 2010-11-29 at 11:25
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