Still Soraya

Tag: #poem

  • Poem

    I WILL be the gladdest thing
    Under the sun!
    I will touch a hundred flowers
    And not pick one.

    I will look at cliffs and clouds
    With quiet eyes,
    Watch the wind bow down the grass,
    And the grass rise.

    And when lights begin to show
    Up from the town,
    I will mark which must be mine,
    And then start down!

    Afternoon on a Hill
    Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950)