And if I die
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Which part alone of me had chance to live,
All that in chaste reflection I have writ,
Must be my art, and thereby fugitive
And if I die, because that part of me
Where right through wrong might make its way, and be;
That which we died to champion, hurt no whit.
So that again not ever in bright need
If from all taint of indignation, free
A man shall want my verse and reach for it,
Chose to be honours threshing-floor, a sieve
For, should I cancel by one passionate screed
I and my verses will be dead indeed,—
To moles my dubious immortality.
From all that threatens it—why—let me give