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.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

2 Comments on “Afternoon on a Hill”

  1. Bryant

    LOVE this poem! Captures perfectly the exalted rapturous elevated benevolent mood and sense of life that I would wish was the most part of our days and our lives. Just discovered your blog and, as a lover of poetry and it’s power to express sometimes so perfectly the ineffable joys and sorrows of life, I love it already.

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