Thursday, January 8, 2009

It must have been..

The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.

Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw,--it must have been
Very pretty.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (from Three Songs of Shattering)

6 comments:

rahina qh said...

how else could this depth of feeling be conveyed? left stunned by the truth of it... r.

thinker said...

Glad you like it, i too was stunned by her poetry when i discovered it.

Robyn said...

Such a beautiful photograph matching the mood of the poem.

thinker said...

Glad you like it Robyn. Have a great weekend!

Emily said...

I agree, well chosen photographic accompaniment.
I am amazed by those who find a way to convey sadness in such a universal way.

thinker said...

Hi Emily, I totally agree with you, her poetry is so simple and pure, and yet so beautiful and rich.
Glad to see that you're back on the blogs!