Sunday #Poetry: Prayer To Persephone

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux   “Prayer to Persephone” Edna St. Vincent Millay BE to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be: Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a littleContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Prayer To Persephone”

Sunday #Poetry: Wraith

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Wraith” Edna St. Vincent Millay “THIN Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?” -Surely it is not I she’s wanting; Someone living here before- “Nobody’s in the house but me: You may come in if you like and see.” Thin as thread, withContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Wraith”

Sunday #Poetry: Witch Wife

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “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!Continue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Witch Wife”