Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Kin To Sorrow - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door——
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow—
And what does Sorrow care
For the rosemary
Or the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
Are we kin?
That so oft upon my door—
Oh, come in!


Comments about Kin To Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:21:00 AM)

    Some nice imagery in this short piece. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    Some nice imagery in this short piece. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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