First published on July 3, 2009
Time, I think, for another Milly Jourdain poem. I'm beginning to have some thoughts of approaching a publisher about reprinting Milly's work in book form. But who knows if I'll actually bring myself to take that leap.
RestrictionMilly JourdainThere is a finer freshness in the airWhen winter days are lengthening and mild,And notes of birds are still most pure and rare.The yellow sun is dying in a hazeOf burning light; making the buildings blue,And through a window by a street I gaze.I stand no more beneath an open sky.My life is cramped and hedged around, I seeIts narrowness, and hear the passers-by.Yet as the window-panes grow dark and blurred,O give me still a certainty of faith,To know men's lives are not unseen, unheard.
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