Passer Mortuus Est Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Passer Mortuus Est
Rating: ★2.9
Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
Every bed is narrow.
Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation,
And the little petulant hand
Is an annotation.
After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?
Monday, January 13, 2003
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4/25/2024 3:53:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So much truth in this amazing poem!