April 4th, 2008

summer reading

A Small Foray into April Poetry Month

I'm posting this one because it brings to mind another poem and I have no time to tackle that other one just now....which sounds like a slight against this one, but it's really not.

Sonnet III

MINDFUL of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
And all the nests that the bared branches show,
And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.

You go no more on your exultant feet
Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
Of a bird’s wings too high in air to view,—
But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair,—and the long year remembers you.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay