Thought for the Day

[bcholmes]

Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

This poem has nothing to do with my life at the moment; I just think it's purty.

Comments

hollow?

[fil512.livejournal.com]

I get everything but the "hollow" part. What kind of ledge by a tide would be hollow? I can barely think of anything that fits.