Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hyacinth

I am in love with him to whom a hyacinth is dearer
Than I shall ever be dear.
On nights when the field-mice are abroad he cannot
   sleep:
He hears their narrow teeth at the bulbs of his
   hyacinths.
But the gnawing at my heart he does not hear.

1. To One Who Might Have Borne a Message
2. Siege
3. I Pray You If You Love Me
4. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
5. Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick

Louise Glück Hyacinth ("Is that an attitude for a flower, to stand")

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