Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,--this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.

Comments about Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 1:36:00 PM)

    So beautifully stated that beauty does not last nor so much matter when the end is near. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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