Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Passer Mortuus Est - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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?

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 12:14:00 PM)

    So much truth in this amazing poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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