Even if she’s not a “poet,” I consider her one. Anyone who appreciates poetry like her is definitely a poet. Here’s a post from Livia Ellis, author of the Memoirs of a Gigolo series.
I’m not a poet. But I do love poetry. It calms me down when I’m at my most distressed. There’s also something comforting about going back to familiar poems. They are guaranteed to be just as good if not better the more they’re read.
Here are some of my favorites.
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…