Friday, February 12, 2010

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I've got more to say about the memorial, and more I'm thinking about everything that I fully intend to write about at some point. I'm just not up for it at the moment. But a friend directed me to this perfectly perfect poem, which captures quite neatly how I'm feeling. Just drop in lots and lots (and LOTS) of expletives, and you've about got it.

Dirge without Music

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.
Lovers and 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.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

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.


artandsoul said...

"I know. But I do not approve."

She knows.

Hugs, Tia. Thanks for the virtual touch.


mommatosena said...

"More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world."

Tia, I can't begin to imagine how difficult this time is for all of you. Thank you for coming here and sharing this perfectly perfect poem. Continued prayers for peace and strength and the ability to function. Hugs.


Anonymous said...

I am so, so sorry, Tia. It's not right.

With love,

Catie (TT)

Karen said...

Thanks for sharing this, Tia. It is a perfect poem and I'm glad you found it. Since I have questioned my God as to how this happened and how all these prayers could be ignored, I can't imagine what you are going through and what you are feeling (though I think the expletives are probably fairly healthy).

Much love,

Tasha said...

We all know. And none of us approves. She truly is more precious than words or beautiful things can even approach.