Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Friday, 8 December 2023

RECUERDO

We were very tired, we were very merry—

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. 

It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—

But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, 

We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; 

And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon. 


We were very tired, we were very merry—

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; 

And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, 

From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; 

And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, 

And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. 


We were very tired, we were very merry, 

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. 

We hailed "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head, 

And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read; 

And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears, 

And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.


Edna St.Vincent Millay





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