by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
Here is a wound that never will heal, I...
Language: English
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But of a love turned ashes and the breath Gone out of beauty; never again will grow The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath Its friendly weathers down, far Underneath Shall be such bitterness of an old woe. That April should be shattered by a gust, That August should be levelled by a rain, I can endure, and that the lifted dust Of man should settle to the earth again; But that a dream can die, will be a thrust Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
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Authorship:
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "Sonnet IX", first published 1920 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Manno (b. 1944), "Here is a wound that never will heal", published 1975 [soprano, piano], from Portrait of Millay, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Robert Manno
This text was added to the website: 2005-06-08
Line count: 14
Word count: 116