eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,

One more by Millay--

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


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.

Tags: real life, writing about writing instead of writing

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