Recuerdo

So, I don't like poetry. Okay, I don't like a lot of poetry anyhow. I find that it takes so damn long to try and decipher what their trying to say that it takes all of the fun out of it. And sometimes it tends to be, well, melodramatic. Yes, there are exceptions. But if you said to me, here, here's a book of poetry, I would say 'no thanks'. But we read this one in class last week and I really liked it.

Recuerdo
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry-
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable-
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry-
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And teh sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and the pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.