A Celebration of Women Writers

"Passer Mortuus Est" by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
From Millay, Edna St. Vincent. Second April   New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1921. p. 29.

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DEATH devours all lovely things;
  Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,presently
  Every bed is narrow

Unremembered as old rain
  Dries the sheer libation,
And the little petulant hand
  Is an annotation.

After all, my erstwhile dear,
  My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
  Now that love is perished?

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom