• edna st. vincent millay

    edna st. vincent millay
    As a young 20 something in NYC, I was completely smitten with Edna St. Vincent Millay and her poetry. I loved her fiery sonnets about independence and she made me feel like the strongest girl in the whole wide world. Admittedly, I still stalk her former home when I'm in Greenwich Village. It's the narrowest home in New York City by the way and just sold for 3.25 million!
    I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear
    I shall forget you presently, my dear,
    So make the most of this, your little day,
    Your little month, your little half a year,
    Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
    And we are done forever; by and by
    I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
    If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
    I will protest you with my favorite vow.
    I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
    And vows were not so brittle as they are,
    But so it is, and nature has contrived
    To struggle on without a break thus far,
    Whether or not we find what we are seeking
    Is idle, biologically speaking.
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
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