April is National Poetry Month!

[cerusee]

It was also inventory month at the store, so I've pretty much been everywhere that's work and nowhere that wasn't. But, I'm still deeply in love with Edna St. Vincent Millay.


WILD SWANS

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

Comments

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

Any poem in particular? I can never decide whether I love her sonnets best or no. All of my favorite sonnets are by Millay, but then there is something like "New England Spring, 1942," which is a structure unto itself, and I wander away from her tighter forms to sort of softly, obsessively recite it until I go hoarse.

I am debating whether to try to transcribe a few of her stunning later poems that do not appear to exist anywhere on the internet. The pro: they are amazing. The con: they tend to be long. Which is probably why no one has troubled themself to transcribe them.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

I know "Love is Not All" is the first more-than-5-lines poem I memorized.

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

Yep! It's a sonnet.