Thursday, October 28, 2010

Like the gnawing of a mouse

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


Cécile 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.