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Not, to me, less lavish

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.2534 + 0.5450i

Drawing the boundary…

I, Being born a Woman and Distressed

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Not, to me, less lavish

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Not, to me, less lavish—though my dreams have been splendid—
Than dreams, have been the hours of the actual day:
Never, awaking, did I awake to say:
"Nothing could be like that," when a dream was ended.
Colours, in dream; ecstasy, in dream extended
Beyond the edge of sleep—these, in their way,
Approach, come even close, yet pause, yet stay,
In the high presence of request by its answer attended.

Music, and painting, poetry, love, and grief,
Had they been more intense, I could not have borne,—
Yet, not, I think, through stout endurance lacked;
Rather, because the budding and the falling leaf
Were one, and wonderful,—not to be torn
Apart: I ask of dream: seem like the fact.

I, Being born a Woman and Distressed

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 with pity, —let me make it plain: 
I find this frenzy insufficient reason 
For conversation when we meet again. 

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