Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,
The pallid hare that runs before the day
Having brought your earnest counsels to an end
Now have I somewhat of my own to say:
That it is folly to be sunk in love,
And madness plain to make the matter known,
There are no mysteries you are verger of;
Everyman's wisdoms these are, and my own.
If I have flung my heart unto a hound
I have done ill, it is a certain thing;
Yet breathe I freer, walk I the more sound
On my sick bones for this brave reasoning?
Soon must I say, " 'Tis prowling Death I hear!"
Yet come no better off, for my quick ear.


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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:48:00 AM)

    Nicely written piece. Interesting read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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