aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,
aefenglommung
aefenglommung

Yet another poem for Hallowe'en

The Little Ghost

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I knew her for a little ghost
     That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
     And the green gate was locked.


And yet I did not think of that
     Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
     All ruffled, she had on.


By the dear ruffles round her feet,
     By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
     Her gown’s white folds among.


I watched to see if she would stay,
     What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
     I let my garden grow!


She bent above my favourite mint
     With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
     Of sadness in her face.


She held her gown on either side
     To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
     The way great ladies go.


And where the wall is built in new
     And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
     A gate that once was there.
Subscribe

  • In memoriam Margaret Shirley Collins

    Today would be my mother's 100th birthday. Born Margaret Shirley in Smithville, Indiana, she went on to serve in the WACs in New Guinea during WWII.…

  • If you're going to pillage, at least pronounce it properly

    What we call Old Norse is the written language of the Eddas, which were copied or composed in the 1100s-1200s. Modern Icelandic is descended from…

  • On Racism

    We’re hearing a lot about racism these days. It would behoove us to think about what racism is. Like other ‘isms,’ racism implies systematized…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments