Thursday, September 24, 2009

My Spirit Sore from Marching....Edna St. Vincent Millay Poem




My Spirit, sore from marching
toward that receding west
Where Pity shall be governor,
With Wisdom for his guest:

Lie down beside these waters
That bubble from the spring;
Hear in the desert silence
The desert sparrow sing;

Draw from the shapeless moment
Such pattern as you can;
And cleave henceforth to Beauty;
Expect no more from man.

Man, with his ready answer,
His sad and hearty word,
For every cause in limbo,
For every debt deferred,
For every pledge forgotten,
His eloquent and grim
Deep empty gaze upon you,---
Expect no more from him.

From cool and aimless Beauty
Your bread and comfort take,
Beauty, that made no promise,
And has no word to break;

Have eyes for Beauty only,
That has no eyes for you;
Follow her struck pavillion,
Halt with her retinue;

Catch from the board of Beauty
Such careless crumbs as fall.
Here's hope for priest and layman;
Here's heresy for all.


Edna St. Vincent Millay

4 comments:

Lydia said...

This is a beautiful and graceful poem. Thanks so much for printing it. I can see why you love her now.

Rhi, I didn't know that the fires were in your town. I'll pay much more attention to the local news in the days ahead and I'm thinking strongly of you. Be ever so careful if you absolutely must leave the apartment.

Poor animals caught in these fires... God bless them.

Beach Bum said...

Man, with his ready answer,
His sad and hearty word,
For every cause in limbo,
For every debt deferred,
For every pledge forgotten,
His eloquent and grim
Deep empty gaze upon you,---
Expect no more from him.


Humanity may be sowing the wind with no regard to what happens tomorrow but we will eventually reap the whirlwind of our vanity and ignorance. And the innocent will suffer just as much as the guilty.

Kylita said...

Thank you for this poem, Rhi. I will pay more attention to Edna's works. Thanks for the comments and emails. I just deactivated my facebook acct ... I might end my blog soon. I think I need to live more in the reality of my surroundings, such as they are. Was glad to hear about your "watermelon friend" ;oD ... sounds interesting and promising.
I will write again soon. KLH xo

goatman said...

Beauty indeed, and art to avail us of beauty. Thanks for this poem, sometimes my days are made up of little views of life and beauty, for which I am grateful.

I hate to rub it in but we here in midwest are having a 70's fall after a welcome 80's summer. We must have done something right?