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RENASCENCE

All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I'd started from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.

full poem at:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55993/renascence

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Excerpt from Renascence
Read full poem here https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55993/renascence

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Poetry kind of day.

Finished this last night before bed. It was a gift from my mom—this is her all-time favorite poet. Some of the nature-themed poems ran together for me (maybe just a byproduct of reading 700 pages of her work all at once) but there were quite a few poems that truly stood out and moved me.

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From “Sonnet XXVII”

“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”

📙: https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/i-know-i-am-summer-your-heart-sonnet-xxvii

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Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

cont.👇🏻

“I do believe the most of me
Floats under water; and men see
Above the wave a jagged small
Mountain of ice, and that is all.
Only the depths of other peaks
May know my substance when it speaks,
And steadfast through the grinding jam
Remain aware of what I am.
Myself, I think, shall never know
How far beneath the wave I go.”

#ReadingResolutions | 18: #Depth

And all at once, and over all
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay and heard each patterning hoof
Upon my lowly, thatched roof,
And seemed to love the sound far more
Than ever I had done before.

“I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.”

I‘m enjoying exploring this poet‘s work! #poetrychallenge @Natasha.C.Barnes
 

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year‘s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year‘s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a 100 places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim...

Happy #bookishbirthday to American poet Edna St. Vincent Millay! My dad is a huge fan of hers, and she was a big influence on Mary Oliver (who I also adore). I love the poem cited here - but in this, the year of poetry, I need to track down more! And a figure worth reading more about - openly bisexual in the early 20th century, she lived a fascinating life true to herself. #readwomen #lgbtauthors

Day 1 of #riotgrams 😻 it's a #shelfie! This is just one corner of my office - there are more books on my desk, four bookshelves in the living room and two whole walls in the den downstairs. 📚 📚

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Happy Friday Litsy fam ❤ It's the season of the witch and I am in my element 🎃

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies & with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers & thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

No one mourns like Edna St. Vincent Millay.