Weeds

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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Non-Music, Modernism (Literature)

Weeds

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White with daisies and red with sorrel          And empty, empty under the sky!— Life is a quest and love a quarrel—          Here is a place for me to lie. Daisies spring from damned seeds,          And this red fire that here I see Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,          Cursed by farmers thriftily. But here, unhated for an hour,          The sorrel runs in ragged flame, The daisy stands, a bastard flower,          Like flowers that bear an honest name. And here a while, where no wind brings          The baying of a pack athirst, May sleep the sleep of blessed things,          The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

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  • Edna St. Vincent Millay