God's World

O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

-EDNA ST.VINCENT MILLAY

As always, women writers have fascinated me.

I admire their courage in shaping new horizons and creating new boundaries. Edna Millay was one such woman - born in 1892 - she lived a life of unconventionality, laced her life with danger and risk and wrote poems that will outlive themselves in her immortality. God's World has a passionate ardor to it - a breathtaking rhythm that made me fall in love with it the first time I read it.

More about Edna's life can be found on American Poets and on Kirjasto.