Homage to Edna

As an aspiring poet, I marvel at the beauty and simplicity others have achieved...I tip my hat to Edna St. Vincent Millay...the girl had a way with words!


Witch-Wife
From Renascence

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.