sonnet 2
by Edna St.Vincent Millay
For you there is no song...
Only the shaking
Of the voice that meant to sing; the sound of the
strong
Voice breaking.
Strange in my hand appears
The pen, and yours broken.
There are ink and tears on the page; only the tears
Have spoken.
For you there is no song...
Only the shaking
Of the voice that meant to sing; the sound of the
strong
Voice breaking.
Strange in my hand appears
The pen, and yours broken.
There are ink and tears on the page; only the tears
Have spoken.
posted by manpreet kaur at Monday, November 06, 2006
5 Comments:
waheguru.
Bhenji, I don't know why but this really touched a nerve.
Thank you for sharing it.
Speechless!!! This leaves me speechless!
Thank you for sharing this :D
bhenji bhenji... [jumping up and down like a three year old] something for you on my bloggie under your comments for me x
Beautiful poem !
I visited your blog for the first time today. This is a place where wave lengths match...
Thanks!
wish I could fave this post. I think this is my favorite poem of all time now.
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