Some Things Are Dark        

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Some things are dark --- or think they are.
But, in comparison to me,
All things are light enough to see
In any place, at any hour.

For I am Nightmare: where I fly,
Terror and rain stand in the sky
So thick, you could not tell them from
That blackness out of which you come.

So much for “where I fly”: but when
I strike, and clutch in claw the brain---
Erebus, to such brain, will seem
The thin blue dusk of pleasant dream

The Raven

(Inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay' "Some Things Are Dark")

Blythe Friedman

Some things are dark--- or think they are.

But in comparison to a raven

There’s also a dove

Bright enough to see anywhere

For a raven stands for black fear

Hunger, famine and terror cover sky

So thick, the dove remains unseen

The dove, the light behind the thunder cloud

So much for “thunder clouds”, for when,

The raven strikes, and pours out its wickedness

Then the lightness comes out and

The dove appears throughout your dream

To a Young Poet

 Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time cannot break
the bird's wing from the bird,
Bird and wing together
Go down, one feather.
No thing that ever flew
Not the lark, not you,
Can die as others do.

To a Young Child

Blythe Friedman

(Inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay' "To a Young Poet")

By: Blythe Friedman

Time cannot break

The child from its mother

Child and mother together

Hand in hand, forever

No love that ever grew

Not sister, not brother

Can live as theirs do.