"To The Not Impossible Him"

To The Not Impossible Him
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

How shall I know, unless I go

To Cairo and Cathay,

Whether or not this blessed spot

Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me

Is this beneath my nose:

How shall I tell, unless I smell

The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love

No power shall dim or ravel

Whilst I stay here, -- but oh, my dear,

If I should ever travel!

{I am headed into a season of travel and I have been reading a beautiful book this week about the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay and in particular I have been thinking about this one poem of hers. There is a brief biography at the beginning of the book that made me love her even more. She had quite a painful childhood, but once when the pipes froze and flooded their kitchen she encouraged her siblings to put on their ice skates and twirl on the frozen disaster. I love that visual!

This is the poem that I have been thinking about the most right now and this line captures my heart -  "The fabric of my faithful love,  No power shall dim or ravel..." }