About Edna St. Vincent Millay. Poem by Miki Byrne
About Edna St. Vincent Millay.
This poet speaks and
Her words slice into me.
Slow and tender like
A silken thread, pulled
Taut against the soft skin
Of a peach. The pain is
Inflicted gently without
Malice. Washed by tears
Slow and salty. The wound
Cannot close once the words
Have entered. They probe and
Swell. Expanding inside
Those blood- red chambers
Until they become absorbed
Into the very fibres of my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/24/2024 8:29:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The way you have paid a heartfelt tribute to your favorite poet, is amazing. This is a beautiful poem. Please keep up the good work.