(no subject)
The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, --
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose, -- it screeched!
Swung in the wind, -- and no wind blowing! --
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, --
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter, --
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
I miss reading poetry. I miss reading important literature. I miss studying it. Trying to figure out the reason behind why it was written. I miss WRITING poetry. I used to be able to express myself in that way. I used to love literature. When did I decide that I didn't like reading and writing? When did I become this person?
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, --
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose, -- it screeched!
Swung in the wind, -- and no wind blowing! --
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, --
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter, --
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
I miss reading poetry. I miss reading important literature. I miss studying it. Trying to figure out the reason behind why it was written. I miss WRITING poetry. I used to be able to express myself in that way. I used to love literature. When did I decide that I didn't like reading and writing? When did I become this person?