A few figs from thistles

Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

FIRST FIG

MY candle burns at both ends;
  It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–
  It gives a lovely light!

SECOND FIG

SAFE upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
  Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.