Say What You Will, And Scratch My Heart To Find

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Title:     Say What You Will, And Scratch My Heart To Find
Author: Edna St Vincent Millay [More Titles by Millay]

Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find
The roots of last year's roses in my breast;
I am as surely riper in my mind
As if the fruit stood in the stalls confessed.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A flutterer in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.

My branches weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.

[The end]
Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: Say What You Will, And Scratch My Heart To Find

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