Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sunday Poetry: Witch-Wife

"Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes." ~Joseph Roux

Edna St. Vincent Millay

SHE is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

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