Salve a tutti voi.

Sono Ipazia ed è la prima volta che pubblico un post su questo blog.

Vorrei farvi leggere una poesia di Edna St. Vincent Millay e l'unico motivo per cui desidero che la leggiate è che è bella.

Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;

Eat I must, and sleep I will, -- and would that night were here!

But ah! -- to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!

Would that it were day again! -- with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; 

This or that or what you will is all the same to me;

But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, --

There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, -- and the neighbors knock and borrow,

And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, --

And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow

There's this little street and this little house.

Le sofferenze d'amore non sono comunque dolci?

Saluti a Megalexandros!