Edna St. Vincent Millay: Sonnet XXXVI

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Sonnet XXXVI

Edna St. Vincent Millay's Celebrated Matinicus Sonnet
XXXVI

Hearing your words, and not a word among them
Tuned to my liking, on a salty day
When inland woods were pushed by winds that flung them
Hissing to leeward like a ton of spray, 
I thought how off Matinicus the tide
Came pounding in, came running through the Gut
While from the Rock the warning whistle cried, 
And children whimpered, and the doors blew shut; 
There in the autumn when the men go forth, 
With slapping skirts the island women stand
In gardens stripped and scattered, peering north, 
With dahlia tubers dripping from the hand: 
The wind of their endurance, driving south, 
Flattened your words against your speaking mouth.

 
A Day on Matinicus Island

A Day on Matinicus Island

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