09 February 2007


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


  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.

  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.