Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Inland - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

People that build their houses inland,
People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a house, and build a house there,
Far from the sea-board, far from the sound

Of water sucking the hollow ledges,
Tons of water striking the shore,—
What do they long for, as I long for
One salt smell of the sea once more?

People the waves have not awakened,
Spanking the boats at the harbour's head,
What do they long for, as I long for,—
Starting up in my inland bed,

Beating the narrow walls, and finding
Neither a window nor a door,
Screaming to God for death by drowning,—
One salt taste of the sea once more?


Comments about Inland by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:02:00 AM)

    I for one could never reside in a home that was more than an hours drive or so from the shore! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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