Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Autumn Daybreak - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,
I know—for I can hear the hiss
And scrape of leaves along the floor—
How may boughs, lashed bare by this,
Will rake the cluttered sky once more.
Tardy, and somewhat south of east,
The sun will rise at length, made known
More by the meagre light increased
Than by a disk in splendour shown;
When, having but to turn my head,
Through the stripped maple I shall see,
Bleak and remembered, patched with red,
The hill all summer hid from me.

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  • Gold Star - 37,008 Points * Sunprincess * (11/15/2015 6:19:00 PM)

    ..........beautiful poem, very poetic, amazingly penned ★ (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/16/2014 3:07:00 PM)

    Love this poem! So much vivid imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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