Archives - April 2016


Apr. 11

Spring is in the air


National Poetry Month

In honor of National Poetry Month, a few poems from one of my favorites:  Edna St. Vincent Millay



I am in love with him to whom a hyacinth is dearer

Than I shall ever be dear.

On nights when the field mice are abroad he cannot sleep:

He hears their narrow teeth at the bulbs of his  hyacinths,

But the gnawing at my heart he does not hear.



I drank at every vine.

   The last was like the first,

I came upon no wine.

   So wonderful as thirst.


I gnawed at every root.

   I ate of every plant.

I came upon no fruit

   So wonderful as want.


Feed the grape and bean

   To the vintner and monger;

I will lie down lean

   With my thirst and my hunger.

Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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