Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Witch-Wife - Edna St Vincent Millay

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

1 comment:

Eric Alder said...

Very elegant. I like the lamental quality thinly veiled behind the adorations.