Monday, January 25, 2021

Poem: To the Not Impossible Him

How shall I know, unless I go

To Cairo and Cathay,

Whether or not this blessèd spot

Is blest in every way?

 

Now it may be, the flower for me

Is this beneath my nose;

How shall I tell, unless I smell

The Carthaginian rose?

 

The fabric of my faithful love

No power shall dim or ravel

Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,

If I should ever travel!

 

                      Edna St. Vincent Millay
                      First Scheduled Transcontinental Flight
                      January 25, 1959
 
 
 
 
 
 
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