AND if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday
So much is true.
And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,yes but what
Is that to me?
Edna St. Vincent Millay.
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Loving the all new intelligent bespectacled look.
Jx
Posted by: Jo | May 25, 2005 at 11:34 AM
Thanks, Houston. It's amazing... I quoted Millay on someone's comment thread this very week, not having thought about her for years: "I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned." (Dirge Without Music) What an interesting soul she must have been! I must find a biography...
Posted by: Steve Bates | May 25, 2005 at 01:33 PM
I do like that poem. I loved you Wednesday... hee hee - yes, I like it.
Posted by: oldwhitelady | May 28, 2005 at 05:57 AM