How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me
Is this beneath my nose:
How shall I tell, unless I smell
The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here, — but oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem To the Not Impossible Him

1 Comment

  1. David Luster says:

    I’ve been reading this poem, among others for 30 years and remain greatly enthusiastic about this simple prose. Why? because I have been traveling throughout the world all this time and what she says is absolutly true. It’s beautiful, when read in simple silence, or appropriately out loud in a recital.

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