Dying
Edna St. Vincent Millay
From
The Harp-Weaver and
Other Poems
(1923)
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
"What a big book for such a little head!"
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
And you my watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you you still, and all of that
I never again shall tell you what I think.
I shall be sweet and crafty soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,
Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
Dying
Sara Kendrick
November 03, 2009
Dating, oh! so much fun doing new things
This person is perfect in every way
Movies, popcorn shared, touch, a brush, heart sings
Just want that caress, the arm around stays
Now awaken to another day, no play
No brushes, that gentle caress gone, left
Control norm, making demands, no sun rays
No! I will not go to a movie, daft
Dying spirit on the inside daily
Longing for love, acceptance, fun again.
Could be just a walk in the woods baby
Sitting close or lying on couch in den
Soon I'll be gone no longer home near
I'll go out to find myself, my soul, love
(I enjoy reading a number of poets. Edna St. Vincent Millay is just one of
them. I wrote this one after reading hers above. I have heard so many women
complain after just a short time of marriage how they are treated. Then I was
reading Millay and saw things are the same as then.)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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