The first rose on my rose-treeBudded, 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:
how else could this depth of feeling be conveyed? left stunned by the truth of it... r.
Glad you like it, i too was stunned by her poetry when i discovered it.
Such a beautiful photograph matching the mood of the poem.
Glad you like it Robyn. Have a great weekend!
I agree, well chosen photographic accompaniment.
I am amazed by those who find a way to convey sadness in such a universal way.
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!
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