Memorial to D. C.
Oh, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that wrote you little notes I write you little elegies!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that wrote you little notes I write you little elegies!
Millay speaks directly to someone she has loved and lost, praising the “loveliest throat of all sweet throats” where music no longer exists. The image suggests a beautiful voice—perhaps in song or speech—now permanently silenced.
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