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Edna St. Vincent Millay: Mariposa
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
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Thank you for this–for keeping this beautiful poet alive.
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Oh yes, Vincent is one of my favorite poets. She showed us how to use old music to write new poems!
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Perfectly said!
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l do love this poet…i learned of her years ago from her little known now…one act play, “Aria da Capo…” Here themes then and here remain loss, death, greed, and beauty…all in the poet’s fine edged mix.
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