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sylviaplathenthusiast · 2 months

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hii!! <3

oh i'm sorry; glad you're okay now

All morning in the February light

he has been mending cable,

splicing the pairs of wires together

according to their colors,

white-blue to white-blue

violet-slate to violet-slate,

in the warehouse attic by the river.

When he is finished

the messages will flow along the line:

thank you for the gift,

please come to the baptism,

the bill is now past due:

voices that flicker and gleam back and forth

across the tracer-colored wires.

We live so much of our lives

without telling anyone,

going out before dawn,

working all day by ourselves,

shaking our heads in silence

at the news on the radio.

He thinks of the many signals

flying in the air around him

the syllables fluttering,

saying please love me,

from continent to continent

over the curve of the earth.

(telephone repairman by joseph millar)

- halo💙

hi sweetheart!

i hope youre doing okay

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;

Eat I must, and sleep I will, —and would that night were here!

But ah!-to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!

Would that it were day again!-with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;

This or that or what you will is all the same to me;

But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,-

There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

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.

(ashes of life by edna st. vincent millay)

#blue heart anon

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paperroot · 1 year

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Spring - Edna St. Vincent Millar

To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

#spring #poetry #poems

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llovelymoonn · 2 years

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i miss you

edna st. vincent millay in letters (1952) \\ ?? \\ blink 182 i miss you \\ ?? \\ holly warburton spirit hold, part two \\ catarine hancock sometimes i fall asleep thinking about you \\ lilli \\ @nephrosoupp \\ trista mateer honeybee: “so that’s about it” \\ sangram majumdar eclipsed (2009) \\ gabrielle calvocoressi miss you. would like to take a walk with you

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the-daily-poem · 7 years

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Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at me and call. And in the hard wee gardens Such pleasant men would hoe: “Sir, may we touch the little girl’s hair!”— It was so red, you know. They cut me coloured asters With shears so sharp and neat, They brought me grapes and plums and pears And pretty cakes to eat. And out of all the windows, No matter where we went, The merriest eyes would follow me And make me compliment. There were a thousand windows, All latticed up and down. And up to all the windows, When we went back to town, The queer folk put their faces, As gentle as could be; “Come again, little girl!” they called, and I Called back, “You come see me!”

Edna St. Vincent Millar / A Visit to the Asylum

#edna st. vincent millay #a visit to the asylum #a poem a day #poem #poems #poetry #the daily poem #Adina is crazy

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