From “Steepletop”

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Borage, forage for bees

And for those who love blue,

Why must you,

Having only been transplanted

From where you were not wanted

Either by the bee or by me

From under the sage, engage in this


I was tender about your slender


I thought you would send out shoot after


Of thick cucumber-smelling, hairy leaves.

But why anybody believes

Anything, I do not know. I thought I

could trust you.

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