Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Poet's Perch : To the Not Impossible Him by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To the Not Impossible Him



How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot 
Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me
Is this beneath my nose;
How shall I tell, unless I smell
The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here, - but on, my dear,
If I should ever travel!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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