Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear you body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clairfy the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity,—let me make it plain:
I find ths frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 2:00:00 PM)

    Oh how love can rattle the brain and middle the heart! Great poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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