Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

6 Comments on “Afternoon on a Hill”

  1. Bryant

    LOVE this poem! Captures perfectly the exalted rapturous elevated benevolent mood and sense of life that I would wish was the most part of our days and our lives. Just discovered your blog and, as a lover of poetry and it’s power to express sometimes so perfectly the ineffable joys and sorrows of life, I love it already.

  2. jaspreet jassi

    I feel very alive when I read this poem..I paused the movie “Beautiful creatures” to read these it …<3

  3. Leepin

    With a few lines it has just described for what I feel when I travel, with the quiet eyes…beautiful, contented and warm.

  4. Greg

    Just found your web site through a search for ‘i thank You God’ by cummings. Then, of course, I just had to read your foundational (title) poem.


    Thank you.

  5. Lillian

    Oh My god is there a better poem anywhere. Me and my english teacher both loved this poem! it brings back good memories of my grade school days. Edna St. Vincent Millay is a poetry god!


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