Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Epitaph


Heap not on this mound
Roses that she loved so well:
Why bewilder her with roses,
That she cannot see or smell?

She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie - 29 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 8:56:00 AM)

    A lot of truth in this short write. Really when we cover a grave with flowers, we don't do it for the deceased. We do it for ourselves. Very introspective piece. (Report) Reply

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