Kin to Sorrow

by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door --
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow --
And what does Sorrow care
For the rosemary
Or the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
Are we kin?
That so oft upon my door --
Oh, come in!

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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