|Anemone Coronaria: Purple Buttercup|
Afternoon on a Hill
(By Edna St. Vincent Millay)
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
I grew up under the shadow of Modernism, the Beats, and Confessionalism, all of which instilled within me a disdain for "old-fashioned" rhymes and meters, silly sing-song poetry. Although very well-regarded during her lifetime, Edna St. Vincent Millay was no longer an American literary luminary when I started to learn how to handle verse. But, as contemporary poetry sloughs off the automatic bias against traditional styles and forms, her reputation is again on the rise.
And, since I like her writing, I think this is a good thing.
|Anemone Coronaria: Mona Lisa Wine|
As for the anemones, I figured that they were too pretty to not share with you all. So lovely, even Adonis would have to gaze upon them with appreciation. ;-)
With their old-fashioned appeal and mythic symbolism, is there a better flower to share a post with Edna? I think not!
|Anemone Coronaria: Mona Lisa Deep Red|
And here are some vids:
"The Little Ghost"
Sonnet V - "If I should learn, in some quite casual way" from Renascence and Other Poems
Sonnet II - "I think I should have loved you presently" from A Few Figs from Thistles