{"id":4481,"date":"2023-11-30T09:05:49","date_gmt":"2023-11-30T14:05:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4481"},"modified":"2023-11-30T09:05:50","modified_gmt":"2023-11-30T14:05:50","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-245","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2023\/11\/30\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-245\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #245"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I love Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poetry but I will be the first to admit that it can be a bit sad. Of course, she has some light poetry as well but much of her poems seem to deal with loss and death. That is true of the poem I picked for today. It expresses the bafflement and resentment people feel when others die. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.\nSo it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind;\nInto the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned\nWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.\n\nLovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.\nBe one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.\nA fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,\nA formula, a phrase remains, \u2014 but the best is lost.\n\nThe answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, \u2014\nThey are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled\nIs the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.\nMore precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.\n\nDown, down, down into the darkness of the grave\nGently, they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;\nQuietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.\nI know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.\n\nDirge Without Music\nEdna St. Vincent Millay<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I love Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poetry but I will be the first to admit that it can be a bit sad. Of course, she has some light poetry as well but much of her poems seem to deal with loss and death. That is true of the poem I picked for today. It expresses the bafflement and resentment people feel when others die. I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind; Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains, \u2014 but the best is lost. The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, \u2014 They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently, they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. Dirge Without Music Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4482,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4481","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4481","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4481"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4481\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4483,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4481\/revisions\/4483"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4482"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4481"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4481"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4481"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}