08 February 2007

Rosemary

For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone
That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
I will learn to say,
"An it please you, gentle sirs,"
"Alack!" and "Well-a-day!"

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

2 comments:

  1. I don't understand what the poem means. What are the things she means?

    I just want to tell you that I love your blog! Food, Books, Poetry, and Kyrgyzstan! What could be better? You've made a delightful place to visit here.

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  2. Thanks, Tatiana. I'm glad you like it.

    And as for the poem, it can mean whatever you want it to mean. For me, since rosemary is a symbol of remembrance, it reminds me of the good things that we've lost (even though many of the things about those days weren't better- in fact, I'm glad I live now). But I wouldn't mind going back to a slower time.

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