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I shall think of you
β Edna St. Vincent Millay
playwright, poet, translator, librettist, writer
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I shall think of you
I went to Boston fully expecting to be arrested - arrested by a polizia created by a government that my ancestors rebelled to establish.
Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note
TO what purpose, April, do you return again?
After all, my erstwhile dear,
I will come back to you, I swear I will;
Listen, children:
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun
My candle burns at both ends;
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you
The first rose on my rose-tree
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
I will come back to you, I swear I will;
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
SHE is neither pink nor pale,
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
Listen, children:
Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
And all at once the heavy night
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
Stranger, pause and look;
