eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,
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One more by Millay--

I hope you won't mind. Really you all should read her. She is so good.


Eel-grass




NO matter what I say,


All that I really love


Is the rain that flattens on the bay,


And the eel-grass in the cove;


The jingle-shells that lie on the beach


At the tide-line, and the trace


Of higher tides along the beach:


Nothing in this place.


Edna St. Vincent Millay


Child me, banished to edge of Vermont, dealing alone with the death of my father-- well. You can imagine i was not an easy kid to be around!

A lot of her poems deal with death. A lot of them talk about a landscape I knew in my blood. And, reading her, I believed I could write too.

Today was a trying day. 100f-- I kid you not. And son and I both had surprise root canals. (The kind where the dentist looks in your mouth and says 'hmmm--' and clears a larger block of time than he had intended.

i wish it were October-- with a brisk wind, and the ocean as warm as it will get. I wish I was in the surf.

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