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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 ag├Ęd 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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