Saturday, January 27, 2007

Too Beautiful This Year

God's World

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, -- Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, -- let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.


Bill Cameron said...

Hey, Man, did you get my email the other day. It was sorta broken all Monday morning, but people were getting messages I sent out. But maybe not everyone.

Have fun at Love is Murder!

Julia Buckley said...

Hey, Man--

I did get your e-mail about how you felt my pain with the whole submitting process. Do you mean other than that? Was there a top secret one?

Bill Cameron said...

No, just that pain one. Ohhhh, the pain!