Afternoon On A Hill

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!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (11)

I really love this poem. It’s one of my favourites.
Simple and memorable. Is that the best definition for what is best in poetry?
why do they make this poem.
Lovely poem..........
A simple and soothing poem... almost felt on top of the hill on an Autumn Dusk.
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