I shall go back again to the bleak shore
And build a little shanty on the sand
In such a way that the extremest band
Of brittle seaweed shall escape my door
But by a yard or two; and nevermore
Shall I return to take you by the hand.
I shall be gone to what I understand,
And happier than I ever was before.
The love that stood a moment in your eyes,
The words that lay a moment on your tongue,
Are one with all that in a moment dies,
A little under-said and over-sung.
But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies
Unchanged from what they were when I was young.
A fantastic piece and great introduction to Edna St. Vincent Millay.
A short journey down the memory lane to recollect some sweet moments enjoyed during youth, depicted with an amazing style. Thanks for sharing it here.
An interesting piece of literature... with a touch of mysticism.
Uncomfortably like The Lake At Innisfree, of Yeats. I personally think she lost it, when her work shed its 1920's flippancy. See (of course) Recuerdo to appreciate the difference. MM
She had a style entirely her own- there was a touch of Gothic mysteries about some of her poetry