by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Some things are dark
Language: English 
Some things are dark — or think they are.
But, in comparison to me,
All things are light enough to see
In any place, at any hour.
For I am Nightmare: where I fly,
Terror and rain stand in the sky
So thick, you could not tell them from
That blackness out of which you come.

So much for “where I fly”: but when
I strike, and clutch in claw the brain —
Erebus, to such brain, will seem
The thin blue dusk of pleasant dream.


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2014-03-25
Line count: 12
Word count: 86