poem of the day: Hearing your words, and not a word among them by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hearing your words, and not a word among them

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hearing your words, and not a word among them
Tuned to my liking, on a salty day
When inland woods were pushed by winds that flung them
Hissing to leeward like a ton of spray,
I thought how off Matinicus the tide
Came pounding in, came running through the Gut,
While from the Rock the warning whistle cried,
And children whimpered, and the doors blew shut;
There in the autumn when the men go forth,
With slapping skirts the island women stand
In gardens stripped and scattered, peering north,
With dahlia tubers dripping from the hand:
The wind of their endurance, driving south,
Flattened your words against your speaking mouth.
Edna St. Vincent Millay's writng cabin, outside

Edna St. Vincent Millay’s writng cabin, outside (Photo credit: Jason Grote)

Matinicus Harbor

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3 thoughts on “poem of the day: Hearing your words, and not a word among them by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  1. Judith Post says:

    Beautiful post, as always.

  2. In other words, never piss off a poet…

  3. yeltnuh says:

    . . . or you will suffer for eternity.

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