O Ailing Love

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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O Ailing Love - Track 1

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O ailing Love, compose your struggling wing!
Confess you mortal; be content to die.
How better dead, than be this awkward thing
Dragging in dust its feathers of the sky,
Hitching and rearing, plunging beak to loam,
Upturned, disheveled, utt’ring a weak sound
Less proud than of the gull that rakes the foam,
Less kind than of the hawk that scours the ground.
While yet your awful beauty, even at bay,
Beats off the impious eye, the outstretched hand,
And what your hue or fashion none can say,
Vanish, be fled, leave me a wingless land . . .
Save where one moment down the quiet tide
Fades a white swan, with a black swan beside.

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LyricalSinger (2025-06-23 08:20)

What a profoundly moving experience! "O Ailing Love" is such a powerful meditation on the decline and impermanence of passion; Millay’s imagery of love as a wounded bird, once majestic but now earthbound, is both haunting and beautiful. The poem’s resigned melancholy and its final vision of the fading swans linger long after reading, capturing the bittersweet complexity of letting go. The musical arrangement elevates this emotional journey even further. The beautiful female vocalist brings out every nuance of longing and acceptance in Millay’s words, her voice full of tenderness and quiet strength. Listening to her performance, I felt the poem’s sorrow and grace as if they were my own. This is a breathtakingly emotional and beautiful interpretation. Thank you for creating such a memorable experience.

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