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Edna St Vincent Millay: SOL 26

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It was during college that I walked past the quite narrow Edna St. Vincent Millay house in New York City. A small plaque indicating such stopped me in my tracks. Edna? He was a she? People always said her name so quickly, I only caught St. Vincent and so assumed... What a fool I was. How embarrassing. How typical of the girl who thought Neil Diamond sang a song called Reverend Blue Jeans. I was forever misunderstanding things until I read them. Perhaps that is why I love reading so much. But leave those thoughts of my misguided youth aside, I adore Ms. Edna St. Vincent Millay who was born in my adopted state of Maine and here is why -- It is because she wrote of things that would have delighted Oscar Wilde.


And if I loved you Wednesday,
    Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday–
    So much is true.

And why you come complaining
    Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,–yes–but what
    Is that to me? 
from A Few Figs from Thistles (1922). Online Source


  1. "I was forever misunderstanding things until I read them. " YES! I love this and I get this! These words ring true. Thank you for sharing that poem! Love it!!

  2. I am guilty of "Reverend Blue Jeans" as well, until I bought the CD and read the lyrics in the liner notes. :-) What an interesting little house--and poem!

  3. Forever misunderstanding things made me laugh. What a little house tucked away!

  4. I often misunderstand lyrics, and it's fun that you are sharing your own.

  5. I laughed and laughed about both Millay and reverend blue jeans, mostly because I am guilty of the same - my seeing is way better than my listening.

  6. I thought I was the only one who had these misunderstandings. When you reflect back it takes me back too. What a gift your writing is.

  7. I love how you shared that you often had misunderstandings until you read things. I am the same way, especially with lyrics!!! I have had similar feelings to you when misunderstanding something. :)

  8. I think we all have those little misunderstandings, Kimberley! Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Renascence" was the first "grown up" poem I discovered and loved on my own. When I found myself in Camden for the summer before college, Mt. Battie was one of my first stops, so I could see for myself the "three long mountains" and the "three islands in a bay." Thank you for sharing your memories, and for sparking mine!

  9. Great line! "I was forever misunderstanding things until I read them."

  10. Memory, poetry, photography--your writing ties it all together into a wonderful slice. I clearly remember singing loudly "I am so mad" along with the Blues Brothers. It was years before I found out the lyric was "I'm a soul man!" Oops!

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