What would the neighbors think, Honey?
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PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun!
It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o’clock!
She digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoon, She weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moon.
She walks up the walk Like a woman in a dream, She forgets she borrowed butter And pays you back cream!
Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne’s lace!
Miel de Camont
“Portrait By A Neighbor” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
From Millay, Edna St. Vincent. A Few Figs From Thistles New York: Harper & Brothers, 1922. p. 28-29.Via @cdragonwagon on twitter. Merci Mme Dragone!
loved it!
She sounds like my kind of neighbor, especially the late-night cooking part!
I so enjoyed that poem. Yes!! That’s the kind of neighbor I want! OR want to be! Something about living in the country makes me feel rebellious. I have spent the entire summer without a bra. I feel naughty when I hang my clothes out in the sun. (having moved from a boring subdivision where, no, of course, one could not have clotheslines) Taking down fresh, sundried clothes absolutely makes me smile from ear to ear. It is one of our RIGHTS–to have clotheslines.