Transcendent Ms Vincent

Now, I am speechless; I am without speech As you transcend the simplistic to grand Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand In the temple of your pen, I beseech To climb in your footsteps of verse, and reach Green summits of imagery-laden lands My throat growing tight as your voice expands As my eyes feast on all you have to teach Seeds planted long past still flower, untrimmed Beyond the span of pink springs come and gone Nor even the darkness of death can dim Words lit luminous in eternal dawn A timeless poet's timely passions brim In lyrical legacy, sonnet drawn. 6/11/20 (this is an ode to my all time favorite poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay; if you would like to read some of her work, I recommend 'The Spring and the Fall', 'Dirge without Music', 'Prayer to Persephone', or the sonnet which begins 'Love is not all, it is not meat nor drink' or 'I shall forget you presently, my dear' - but I love all of it!)