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"Pity me not because the light of day"
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man’s desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#it's national poetry month!!!#edna st. vincent millay#pity me not because the light of day#poetry#oh edna#Love is no more / Than the wide blossom which the wind assails#Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore#Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:#ugh it's so good#she simply doesn't miss
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Dev Patel as Sir Gawain
THE GREEN KNIGHT (2021) dir. David Lowery
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Too caught up to find the wits to bail
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Alone with the Goddess
The young men ride their horses fast
on the wet sand of Parangtritis.
Back and forth, with the water sliding
up to them and away.
This is the sea where the goddess lives,
angry, her lover taken away.
Don’t wear red, don’t wear green here,
the people say. Do not swim in the sea.
Give her an offering.
I give a coconut to protect
the man I love. The water pushes it back.
I wade out and throw it farther.
“The goddess does not accept your gift,”
an old woman says.
I say perhaps she likes me
and we are playing a game.
The old woman is silent,
the horses wear blinders of cloth,
the young men exalt in their bodies,
not seeing right or left, pretending
to be brave. Sliding on and off
their beautiful horses
on the wet beach at Parangtritis.
Linda Gregg
#it's national poetry month!!!#linda gregg#alone with the goddess#poetry#I give a coconut to protect / the man I love.
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