Saturday, July 01, 2006


Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.

Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that's permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.

If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
And no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish, and men do,

I shall have only good to say of you.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1 comment:

Vieva said...

I do love that photo - but I don't like that your mo looks so real... No mo please Johnny! Not til you are at least 80 and start wearing tap shoes to work.