Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, back to a Millay sonnet. I have many more:


“Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,” Edna St. V. Millay

Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly weathers down, far Underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
That April should be shattered by a gust,
That August should be levelled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.


---L.

Subject quote from Lucifer in Starlight, George Meredith.