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Saturday Poem – St. Vincent Millay

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Saturday Poem – St. Vincent Millay

The Death of Autumn

by Edna St. Vincent Millay


When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,

And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind

Like agèd warriors westward, tragic, thinned

Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,

Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,

Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek–

Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes

My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,

And will be born again–but ah, to see

Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!

Oh, Autumn! Autumn!–What is the Spring to me?

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Saturday Poem – Kanelakos

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New Light

By Joye Kanelakos

New Light

I open my eyes to you

Bright shiny morning,

While some lonely half-dream

Still clouds my mind;

And I worry your presence

By pulling in yesterday,

Plucking out moments

I should leave behind.

Sweet friend and companion,

Refresher of souls,

I rise to your joyful

Awakening at last.

And I gather your warmth

As a maiden her lover.

Embrace me, sweet morning

Black shadows are past.

This lovely poem was posted by Joye Kanelakos’ granddaughter over at I Love Geekology 101Check it out!

Saturday Poem – Dickinson

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Because I could not stop for Death

By Emily Dickinson 1830–1886

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –