Assault, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I immediately liked this simple poem on the first read (which doesn’t always happen).  I do like Edna St. Vincent Millay. Assault I 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. II I […]

The Leaf and the Tree, by Edna St Vincent Millay

I know I’ve been posting a lot of poems lately but this one is just SO good!!  I had to share.  I love how the author is talking to herself. The Leaf and the Tree When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, […]

Spring, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It […]