The Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay Pt. 1
November 26th, 2009
I hope yo all are having a great Thanksgiving!
As promised, here is a poem by Ms Millay. Sadly I couldn’t find the year she wrote it but I thought it went well with our current comic!
So without further ado, my I present “Tavern”:
‘ll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill’s crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey’s end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, ’tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.
Hope you all enjoyed, see you tomorrow for the next comic!
John Kalogerakos
