Poetry - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I talk of music mostly but rarely do I post anything about poetry. its kinda unfortunate since lately, it hasn't occupied as much as my life as it used to (and to that, I blame visual kei). So, I decided that I will start writing about it on my LJ-sharing or just merely commenting. None of you have to necessarily read it if you don't want to but I'm putting it here just so you all can know a little more about me.
The following poem is by Edna St. Vincent Millay
City Trees
The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,-I know what sound is there.
I feel like this poem often.
The following poem is by Edna St. Vincent Millay
City Trees
The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,-I know what sound is there.
I feel like this poem often.