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Wistfulness Becomes Me

“Pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.”      

Edna St. Vincent Millay certainly wasn’t considering the seasons of motherhood… 737 more words


Week 96: Hearing your words, and not a word among them, by Edna St Vincent Millay

The work of the American poet Edna St Vincent Millay (1892-1950) is on the whole a bit too unabashedly romantic for my taste, but I do much admire this sonnet, which combines her usual sensuousness with a solidity not always present in her work. 162 more words


Day 573: The Selected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poetry is not really my expertise, so I feel awkward trying to write this. Of course, I came to this book familiar with a few of Millay’s most well-known poems, particularly “ 154 more words


A Trip to the Midcoast (Day 2)

Day two of our trip took us to see two different kinds of beautiful sights, 1) the stunning views of Camden from the peak of Mount Battie (fortunately very accessible by car) in Camden Hills State Park where we got LMC the first stamp in her Maine State Parks Passport, and 2) the American art at the Farnsworth Art Museum. 124 more words

Mr. Cleaver

“Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink…

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Here's to You Nicola and Bart

“The supreme court of Massachusetts has spoken at last and Bartolomeo Vanzetti and Nicola Sacco, two of the bravest and best scouts that ever served the labor movement, must go to the electric chair. 870 more words

Sunflower Field at Evening

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, 16 more words