The world stands out
on either side
|
No wider than the
heart is wide;
|
Above the world is
stretched the sky,—
|
No higher than the
soul is high.
|
The heart can push
the sea and land
|
Farther away on
either hand;
|
The soul can split
the sky in two,
|
And let the face of
God shine through.
|
But East and West will
pinch the heart
|
That can not keep
them pushed apart;
|
And he whose soul is
flat—the sky
|
Will cave in on him
by and by.
|
Showing posts with label Renascence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Renascence. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Edna St. Vincent Millay
This is the final stanza in the long poem Renascence, which is a beautiful piece of writing.
Labels:
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
poetry,
Renascence
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