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I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

By April 21, 2013No Comments

Another angry woman poem from my college days. But still delicious.

I read a biography of Millay a view years ago that was fascinating in the level of complete and total dysfunction in her life. And yet, the poetry. Still, if I had to choose between a peaceful life and great poetry, I’d pick a peaceful life.



I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent MillayI, 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.

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