Friday, October 19, 2012

God's World

Poets give utterance to the wordless passions of our souls.
Edna St. Vincent Millay must have gone through an autumn similar to the one God graced the Midwest with this year, and her words give voice to our joy in it.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!

   Thy mists, that roll and rise!

Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag

And all but cry with colour!   That gaunt crag
To crush!   To lift the lean of that black bluff!

World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
         But never knew I this; 

         Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear

Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall

No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Edna St. Vincent Millay


Lori Lipsky said...

What a marvelous pairing of poetry and photos, Prude! Makes me want to stop everything and write more of the glories of autumn. Lovely post!

Sue Vick Finley said...

So fabulous! My day is enriched!