As it is April, which is poetry month and the month in which I was born, I thought it fitting to start a blog dedicated to my favorite poems and poets. I thought it would be interesting to get others perspectives on these works too. I have recently been reading the works of Edna St. Vincent Millay, who was introduced to me by my oldest daughter and who I have now found quite interesting to read and so to dedicate the site I share Passer Mortuus Est.
Passer Mortuus Est
Death devours all lovely things:
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness - presently
Every bed is narrow.
Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation;
And the little petulant hand
Is an annotation.
After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors.
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