Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify 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 wtih pity, -- let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

Comments about I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Sara Militello (11/1/2015 1:01:00 AM)

    I think this poem makes it clear that Millay's enjoyment of sex in the heat of an aroused passion makes no further claim on her to even indulge in conversation with whomever it was, if they should meet again. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/30/2014 6:05:00 AM)

    I like it well done (Report) Reply

  • (5/17/2014 10:48:00 AM)

    Find this poem interesting for the simple fact that the poet seems very perplexed by love. (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2010 12:50:00 AM)

    Rather a clever short poem with an interesting twist in the tail. I'd never heard of Edna St V M until I started reading '[Death Du Jour' by Kathy Reichs, 'I Being Born a Woman and Distressed' was mentioned. Having nothing better to do I looked it up...what a clever poem, what an interesting woman! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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