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Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn
Posted by: Marianne Torres (216.255.215.---)
Date: November 26, 2004 11:32AM

sorry, didn't realize I should have posted the first line in the subject line. new to this board...

Edna St. Vincent Millay - believe she might have written it as "Thanksgiving 1950" for the Saturday Evening Post, but have been unable to find the poem - may have had a different title.

Thanks for any help
Marianne


Re: Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn
Posted by: ilza (---.162.246.59.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: November 26, 2004 01:29PM

The Saturday Evening Post - Nov 25, 1950
Camden Herald Nov 24 1966

( I am not sure it is complete)


A Poem for Thanksgiving
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn
To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings;
To sit at the bright feast, and with ruddy cheer
Give thanks for the harvest of a troubled year…

We yearn toward the blue sky as toward the healing of all ills;
But the storm has not gone over; the clouds are back…

God bless the harvest of this haggard year.
Pity our hearts, that did so long for peace;
Who love their fellow men (and may their tribe increase).
But cunning and guile persist; ferocity empowers
The lifted arm of the aggressor: the times are bad.
Let us give thanks for the courage that was always ours,
And pray for the wisdom which we never had.


complete text now ...
Posted by: ilza (---.162.246.59.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: November 26, 2004 01:36PM

The Saturday Evening Post - Nov 25, 1950
Camden Herald Nov 24 1966

A Poem for Thanksgiving
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn
To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings;
To sit at the bright feast, and with ruddy cheer
Give thanks for the harvest of a troubled year…

The clouds move and shift, withdraw to new positions on the hills,
The sky above us is a thinning haze - a patch of blue appears -
We yearn toward the blue sky as toward the healing of all ills;
But the storm has not gone over; the clouds are back…

The blue sky turns black,
And the muttering thunder suddently crashes close, and once again
Flashes of lighting startle the rattling windowpane,
Then once more pours and splashes down the cold discouraging rain.

God bless the harvest of this haggard year.
Pity our hearts, that did so long for peace;
Who love their fellow men (and may their tribe increase).
But cunning and guile persist; ferocity empowers
The lifted arm of the aggressor: the times are bad.
Let us give thanks for the courage that was always ours,
And pray for the wisdom which we never had.


Re: Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: November 26, 2004 03:46PM

Here's more of Millay's poetry:

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Les


Re: Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: November 28, 2004 07:38PM

Thanks, Ilza.

Whoever compiled the first version you posted did an excellent editing job! Not one of the extra lines in the 'complete' version adds anything worth including. Collectively they seriously dilute the poem's impact. I'd like to think it was Millay who improved her own poem by cutting out the dead wood. Even if it wasn't, it's the shortened version I'll be keeping for my collection. A powerful poem.

Ian



Post Edited (11-28-04 18:44)




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