“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
Monthly Archives: January 2017
Poem for today: Edna St. Vincent Millay
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
Find more poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay at the Poetry Foundation