The Plaid Dress Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Plaid Dress

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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 OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

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!

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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