I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
One reply on ““Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)”
In 1960 I recited Blue Flag Flower in the Bog.Also Renassiance. Now in 2023 I still remember the words.
I’ve her poetry