Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

The Plaid Dress - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colourless this dress I wear?—
This violent plaid
Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done
Through indolence high judgments given here in haste;
The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

No more uncoloured than unmade,
I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff;
Confession does not strip it off,
To send me homeward eased and bare;

All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean
Bright hair,
Lining the subtle gown. . .it is not seen,
But it is there.

Comments about The Plaid Dress by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 3:06:00 PM)

    It's funny how something we once wore we can ever after relay to that event. Whether it was a good memory or a not so good one! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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