The Spring And The Fall

In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay Click to read full poem

Comments (8)

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As beautiful, as sad..........
Love this poem by the poet. Makes me wish there were summer/winter version also! ! !
This is both subtle and easy to understand. Millay was a genius.
So easy to break a heart simply by being thoughtless. The pain comes through clearly in this poem.
He laughed at all I dared to praise, And broke my heart, in little ways Strange how the small slights can cut the most.