Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Dirge Without Music

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

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Sorry about abandoning this blog again. I guess updates are just going to be infrequent these days, but it's not dead yet! I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just sporadic lately.

This poem is in honor of my grandfather, who died a few days ago. He will be very, very much missed. I wasn't ready for this, even though we knew it was coming. I would have liked many more years with this wonderful man.

Here is an article that tells a bit about him. You can see he was a pretty special man.

4 comments:

some guy on the street said...

Chanson sans Paroles.

Lux perpetua luceat eis.

Me said...

Bravo

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