Poem: First Fig

Note from Joe: These could be re-titled “The Night Before” and “The Morning After”. Since I couldn’t decide which is more true, here are both.

First Fig

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!

by Samuel Hoffenstein

I burned my candle at both ends,
And now have neither foes nor friends;
For all the lovely light begotten,
I’m paying now in feeling rotten.