The Morning Reading: "We were very tired, we were very merry"

I've been driving, as one does, and listening - instead of to music or to the news - to poetry, recorded and arranged in a collection titled Poetry Speaks Expanded, accompanied by three CDs, which now accompany me in my car. Wonderful, wonderful.


Yesterday this gem that I adored in my undergraduate past, in the voice, of course of its author, Edna St. Vincent Millay:

Recuerdo

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.


We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.


We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.


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