I just unearthed two precious finds. A copy of What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, a
biography of Edna St. Vincent Millay, possibly America’s most romantic poet,
and the collection of Shakespeare In Love
poems from the Bard’s plays.
The rain I said is
kind to come
And speak to me in my
new home.
I would I were alive
again
To kiss the fingers of
the rain...
A poem Vincent(as she was called) wrote in one of her gloomy
winter days.
As for me,I was able to escape the thunderous rain though my
feet didn’t. I came home to the sound of 105.9FM which was playing Latin and
Brazilian songs. I didn’t know I liked Feelings
until I heard it in Portuguese accompanied by acoustic guitar. The fingers of
the rain have quieted down and the gentle tappings on my windowpane ( like the
raven) seemed like music to my ear.
And so lovingly I open my pages...my precious...
