Poem of the Week: Exiled by Edna St. Vincent Millay

28 October 2011

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
  This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
  Sick of the city, wanting the sea;
Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness        
  Of the strong wind and shattered spray,
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
  Of the big surf that breaks all day.
Always before about my dooryard,
  Marking the reach of the winter sea,         
Rooted in sand and dragging driftwood,
  Straggled the purple wild sweet pea.
Always I climbed the wave at morning,
  Shook the sand from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath big buildings,         
  Stricken with noise, confused with light.
If I could hear the green piles groaning.
  Under the windy, wooden piers,
See once again the bobbing barrels,
  And the black sticks that fence the weirs;         
If I could see the weedy mussels
  Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
  Overhead, of the wheeling gulls;
Feel once again the shanty straining         
  Under the turning of the tide,
Fear once again the rising freshet,
  Dread the bell in the fog outside,
I should be happy!—that was happy
  All day long on the coast of Maine.         
I have a need to hold and handle
  Shells and anchors and ships again.
I should be happy, that am happy.
  Never at all since I came here.
I am too long away from water;         
  I have a need of water near.

My emotions exactly. Miss Edna and I would have gotten along well. :)

Have a lovely afternoon, dear ladies!

"And God said, 'Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear': and it was so. And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called the Seas: and God saw that it was good." ~Genesis 1:9-10 (KJV)~

5 epistles:

  1. Beautiful! I love these lines especially: "I have a need to hold and handle shells and ships and anchors again."

  2. So beautiful... I love the ocean, the sea, and this poem!!!

  3. Ahhh, I love this poem. So lovely. :)

    Love you, sis!

  4. That is a gorgeous photo, Lizzy! Such beautiful colors...

    Love ya,

  5. Whoop! Hit the wrong button and published that too soon :/ Anyway, what I was saying, ours is Sears but it's close :D


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