Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie—these things and more:
Whose arm alone between me and the sand,
Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near,
Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand,
She could advise you, should you care to hear.
Small chance, however, in a storm so black,
A man will leave his friendly fire and snug
For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back
To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.


Comments about Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:50:00 AM)

    To drip and scatter shells upon the rug. Love this line! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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