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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Weeds

White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!—
Life is a quest and love a quarrel—
Here is a place for me to lie.

Daisies spring from damned seeds,
And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
Cursed by farmers thriftily.

But here, unhated for an hour,
The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
Like flowers that bear an honest name.

And here a while, where no wind brings
The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessed things,
The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

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Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay
Poem: Weeds
Poem of the Day: Dec 22 2004

Comment 1 of 1, added on January 17th, 2006 at 8:14 AM.

weeds is verry good because good discription

george from Chile

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