Poet's blog: "E. St. Vincent Millay"

Thursday And I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday- So much is true. And why you come complaining Is more than I can see. I loved you Wednesday, -yes- but what Is that to me E. St. Vincent Millay

To The Not Impossible Him How shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay, Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way? Now it may be, the flower for me Is beneath my nose; How shall I tell, unless I smell The Carthaginian rose? The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here, but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel! E. St. Vincent Millay