Clearly my ruined garden as it stood
Before the frost came on it I recall—
Stiff marigolds, and what a trunk of wood
The zinnia had, that was the first to fall;
These pale and oozy stalks, these hanging leaves
Nerveless and darkened, dripping in the sun,
Cannot gainsay me, though the spirit grieves
And wrings its hands at what the frost has done.
If in a widening silence you should guess
I read the moment with recording eyes,
Taking your love and all your loveliness
Into a listening body hushed of sighs,
Though summer’s rife and the warm rose in season,
Rebuke me not: I have a winter reason.
I am busy working to bring Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Clearly my ruined garden as it stood" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
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