The Spring And The Fall Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Spring And The Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.
Year be springing or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurt my days.
But that it went in little ways.
This is both subtle and easy to understand. Millay was a genius.
So easy to break a heart simply by being thoughtless. The pain comes through clearly in this poem.
Love this poem by the poet. Makes me wish there were summer/winter version also! ! !
As I read Brave New World, and the Savage shares his most beloved passages In Shakespeare, the sharing is met by derision and laughter from his friend Hemholtz.
Vincent knew and understood seasons. This poem uses two and they carry the meaning. It is such a magnificent poem because this is just what happens. 'It is not loves going that hurts my ways, but that it went in little ways.' Brilliant.
Beautiful poem and so true. This is how my first love broke my heart.
Year be springing or year be falling, The bark will drip and the birds be calling. There's much that's fine to see and hear........//// beautiful poem penned; excellent expression on the spring coming and going; the nature comes to us to make happy and again it goes far away but not giving the sorrow though we feel sometimes it; very impressive poem
Muse of Spring! ! Muse of lovers! Heartbreak! ! After the fall. 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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He laughed at all I dared to praise, And broke my heart, in little ways Strange how the small slights can cut the most.