Friday, December 15, 2017

Poem for Friday and Chanukah Week

The Concert
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
Yes, of course I love you.
No, it will not be long.
Why may you not come with me?—
You are too much my lover.
You would put yourself
Between me and song.

If I go alone,
Quiet and suavely clothed,
My body will die in its chair,
And over my head a flame,
A mind that is twice my own,
Will mark with icy mirth
The wise advance and retreat
Of armies without a country,
Storming a nameless gate,
Hurling terrible javelins down
From the shouting walls of a singing town

Where no women wait!
Armies clean of love and hate,
Marching lines of pitiless sound
Climbing hills to the sun and hurling
Golden spears to the ground!
Up the lines a silver runner
Bearing a banner whereon is scored
The milk and steel of a bloodless wound
Healed at length by the sword!

You and I have nothing to do with music.
We may not make of music a filigree frame,
Within which you and I,
Tenderly glad we came,
Sit smiling, hand in hand.

Come now, be content.
I will come back to you, I swear I will;
And you will know me still.
I shall be only a little taller
Than when I went.

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My internet has been insanely slow all evening for reasons I don't understand (I wasn't downloading any big files or visiting illegal websites or anything -- is this already the death of net neutrality?). So rather than belaboring chores accomplished today, which were satisfying if boring plus I caught two Ho-ohs on the last day they were around at raids, I will post a few photos of my birthday-Chanukah week which have mostly already been on Facebook anyway!

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