Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you—
Saving half an hour.

Marred by greeting passing groups
In a cinder walk,
Near some naked blackberry hoops
Dim with purple chalk.
I remember three or four
Things you said in spite,
And an ugly coat you wore,
Plaided black and white.

Just a rainy day or two
And a bitter word.
Why do I remember you
As a singing bird?

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (2)

A lot of great imagery comes through in this short poem.
Thought provoking poem from an amazing poet; it is interesting how the mind can rearrange and romanticize memories.