Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

To The Not Impossible Him - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me
Is this beneath my nose:
How shall I tell, unless I smell
The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!


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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 3:50:00 PM)

    Really love this poem. How do we ever really know if the one really meant for us is the one we are with? It's a great big world out there! ! ! Love the fact this poem makes one wonder! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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