Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Scrub


If I grow bitterly,
Like a gnarled and stunted tree,
Bearing harshly of my youth
Puckered fruit that sears the mouth;
If I make of my drawn boughs
An Inshospitable House,
Out of which I nevery pry
Towards the water and the sky,
Under which I stand and hide
And hear the day go by outside;
It is that a wind to strong
Bent my back when I was young,
It is that I fear the rain
Lest it blister me again.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Form:


Read poems about / on: house, tree, rain, water, fear, wind, sky

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Scrub by Edna St. Vincent Millay )

Read all 1 comments »

Famous Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  4. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Caged Bird
    Maya Angelou
  8. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
Trending Poets
Trending Poems
  1. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  5. If, Rudyard Kipling
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  8. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  9. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  10. 'Hope' is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson
[Hata Bildir]