HYACINTH
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
“I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
Than I shall ever be dear.
On nights when the field-mice
Are abroad, he cannot sleep.
He hears their narrow teeth
At the bulbs of his hyacinths.
But the gnawing at my heart…
He does not hear.”
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Lovely photo with the poem!
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So nice of you to encourage me. Thank you!
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I did not know these were hyacinths. There are a bunch in my front yard and I had been calling them octopus plants. Now I know better. Thanks!
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Even if you “thin” them out, they’re so hardy, they’ll just fill in another area.
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