And You As Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
And You As Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust
And you as well must die, belovèd 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 belovèd above all else that dies.
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.a
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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 great thought great write great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++
" And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead. A nice poem with a wonderful theme deserving classic of the Day selection.
This body of flame and steel, before the gust Of Death, or under his autumnal frost, Shall be as any leaf, .../// beautifully penned;
this is more or less like my FLOWERY YOUTH POETS JUST GUESS I HAD NEVER THIS READ
Life and Death! ! From dust and, Back to dust! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2024 4:51:40 PM # 1.0.0
The best! No irony, no paradox here. Only the grieving, helpless loss of the almost unspeakably beautiful beloved - whom love cannot save.