Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)
Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger, the thought of you Comes to destroy me; once more I renew Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found Long since to be but just one other mound Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew. And once again, and wiser in no wise, I chase your colored phantom on the air, And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise And stumble pitifully on to where, Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes, Once more I clasp,—and there is nothing there.
Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems:
- Two Sonnets in Memory
- When the Year Grows Old
- Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
- Underground System
- Inland
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