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afternoon on a hill
November 2009 
Afternoon on a Hill
Posted on Aug 21st, 2009
by 
ingebrita
ingebrita
For some reason this poem popped into my mind this morning... It's a bit of nostalgia - I fell in love with Edna St. Vincent Millay when I was a teen. Years later I found a statue of her in Camden, Maine... Seems appropriate for this time of year.
Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
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very appropriate and inspiring!
Thanks, Nicole, I used to have a poster with the poem on it all those years ago… Every once in a while I regret having thrown something out…
I know what you mean. But most of the time I regret not throwing things out, it is so cluttered around the house.
Me, too, and I fear the clutter has only increased since I discovered Gaia. So many books - I've started selling some back to the used book store, but it's hard to choose which ones have to go! We don't need the whole width of the staircase, do we? There are now stacks of books multiplying on the stairs. Something should be done about this!