BLACK CAT POEMS
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my
I dreamed of waking--
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose--it screeched!
Swung in the wind--and no wind blowing!
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort--
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter--
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay