27 July 2006

Untitled

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.


Edna St.Vincent Millay

7 comments:

Pavan said...

beutiful!!!,le'me try this one!

It reminds me of a song called " The fist cut is the deepest" by Sarah Mclachlan

Sundancer said...

It wouldn't stop raining last night, and yeah..those old ghosts kept tapping on my window!

Almost Unreal said...

Hui ham

Ka lung a ti na

Sundancer said...

Unreal - keipawh!

virgochhas said...

kan rilru buaina te hi in ang lo hlawm sia awww

kan buai ve vek bawk siah

huizz

illusionaire said...

Keipawh

Sundancer said...

Virg - buaina khawvel ani e, ti chung hian nuam chu kan la ti ve angreng phian bawk si.
Illusionaire - engmaw keipawh? I lung a ti na ve maw??? :O