Evening Poetry, June 3

Afternoon on a Hill

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

I will look at cliff and clouds

With quiet eyes.

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down.

You can find this poem and more in Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

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