Ashes Of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were
here!
But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,—
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbors knock and
borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (7)

Now that the spring is here? nice and profundly poem
Would you not be in Tryon Now that the spring is here, When mocking-birds are praising The fresh, the blossomy year? - ITALIAN TRANSLATION: Non vorreste essere in Tryon Ora che la primavera è qui, Quando i tordi lodano Il nuovo, l'anno fiorito?
..........a beautiful tribute of april in north carolina....april is such a magical time of year...
it may sound corny but this poem is magical. yur words paint out such a vivid picture in my mind. yur very inspirational.
This is beautiful. Iam also a publihsed poetry author of nature poems and I really can identify with Harrette. She was brilliant!
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