My favourite poems, part 5

This installment features Dirge Without Music by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950). This is another poem that just spoke to me. Once again, I don’t remember when or how I first came across it.

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:

The final section pretty much encapsulates my feelings about losing loved ones.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Essentially, this is one of those poems that captures exactly how I feel.

© bardofupton 2018

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