HANGMAN'S OAK
Before the cock in the barnyard spoke,
Before it well was day,
Horror like a serpent from about the Hangman’s Oak
Uncoiled and slid away.
Pity and Peace were on the limb
That bore such bitter fruit.
Deep he lies, and the desperate blood of him
Befriends the innocent root.
Brother, I said to the air beneath the bough
Whence he had swung,
It will not be long for any of us now;
We doe not grow young.
It will not be long for the knotter of ropes, not long
For the sheriff or for me,
Or for any of them that came five hundred strong
To see you swing from a tree.
Side by side together in the belly of Death
We sit without hope,
You, and I, and the mother that gave you breath,
And the tree, and the rope.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Readers: I would like you to meet the Rock Skipper.
10/21/2005
I was friends with Norma, Edna's sister and she recited this in the kitchen which Good Housekeeping magazine bought Edna in 1950, a real relic. As was Norma. Norma and I walked and sat on a memorial boulder at Steepletop which has a plaque on it saying Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote many of her poems here. Norma looked down as if through the stone and said, "You know, darling, many people believe I read your poems better than you do. OH don't turn over now, darling."
Brian McGuinness
CT
3/12/2013
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