National Poetry Month

Afternoon on the Hill

By Edna St Vincent Millay


I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.


I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes.

Watch the wind bow down the grass.

And the grass rise.


And when lights begin to show

Up from town,

I will mark which be mine,

And then start down!