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Friday, December 2, 2005

Chapter Sixty-Five, in which the Poem of the Month is featured

One day late, but, nevertheless--the bloggods perhaps wanted to balance the day-early posting by Karie.

Edna St. Vincent Millay is one of America's foremost poets. Recognition of her talent came early from Christopher Morley, by whose influence she was first published. Today her poetry is acclaimed for its lyrical perfection.

What follows is an excerpt from "The Poet and His Book".

When this book is mould,
   And a book of many
Waiting to be sold
    For a casual penny,
In a little open case,
    In a street unclean and cluttered,
    Where a heavy mud is spattered
From the passing drays,

Stranger, pause and look;
    From the dust of ages
Lift this little book,
    Turn the tattered pages,
Read me, do not let me die!
    Search the fading letters, finding
    Steadfast in the broken binding
All that once was I!

1 comment:

  1. I love St Vincent Millay. I don't think she is read enough. College lit class tend to push her off into women's studies which is very unfortunate.