RECUERDO
We were very tired, we were very
merry—
We had gone back and forth all night upon the
ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a
stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on the hill-top underneath the moon;
And the
whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an
apple, and I ate a
pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went
wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a
bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a
shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and the pears,
And we gave her all our money but our
subway fares.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY (1892-1950)
1920
ps: this is my favorite poem ever! -npy
Yes, that's lovely. And bucketful is a gorgeous word. Millay's one of those poets I'm always seeing in anthologies but never really stopping to read.
Nice, npydyuan--thanks for posting it. :-)