Thursday, October 28, 2010

Like the gnawing of a mouse

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Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Edna St Vincent Millay, from Ashes of Life

2 comments:

C├ęcile said...

Really beautiful.
Feels like she was tormented...

thinker said...

Happy you liked it Cecile.
The poetry of Edna St Vincent Millay possesses that special, recognizable mood.