Thursday
And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday—
So much is true.
And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what
Is that to me?
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Used as a singular phrase meaning 'rubbish, nonsense,' this expression was first recorded in an 1827 issue of the British newspaper The Times.
Thursday
And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday—
So much is true.
And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what
Is that to me?
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
A guest blog by Kaye Wilkinson Barley.
I have had my dream--like others--
and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky--feeling my clothes about me,the weight of my body in my shoes,the rim of my hat, air passing in and outat my nose--and decide to dream no more.
A Poem for Europa by Ada Limón
As part of her tenure as U.S. poet laureate, Ada Limón has written “In Praise of Mystery,” which will be engraved on the Europa Clipper spacecraft that launches to Jupiter and its moons in October 2024. Published here as Limón’s debut picture book, this luminous poem is illustrated by celebrated and internationally renowned artist Peter Sís.
In Praise of Mystery celebrates humankind’s endless curiosity, asks us what it means to explore beyond our known world, and shows how the unknown can reflect us back to ourselves.
Seeing the Eclipse in Maine