Edna St. Vincent Millary
Poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine, on February 22, 1892. Her mother, Cora, raised her three daughters on her own after asking her husband to leave the family home in 1899. Cora encouraged her girls to be ambitious and self-sufficient, teaching them an appreciation of music and literature from an early age. In 1912, at her mother’s urging, Millay entered her poem “Renascence” into a contest: she won fourth place and publication in The Lyric Year, bringing her immediate acclaim and a scholarship to Vassar College. There, she continued to write poetry and became involved in the theater. She also developed intimate relationships with several women while in school, including the English actress Wynne Matthison. In 1917, the year of her graduation, Millay published her first book, Renascence and Other Poems. At the request of Vassar’s drama department, she also wrote her first verse play, The Lamp and the Bell (1921), a work about love between women.
After graduating from Vassar, Millay, whose friends called her “Vincent,” moved to New York City’s Greenwich Village, where she led a Bohemian life. She lived in a nine-foot-wide attic and wrote anything she could find an editor willing to accept. She and the other writers of Greenwich Village were, according to Millay herself, “very, very poor and very, very merry.” She joined the Provincetown Players in its early days and befriended writers such as Witter Bynner, Edmund Wilson, Susan Glaspell, and Floyd Dell, who asked for Millay’s to marry him. Millay, who was openly bisexual, refused, despite Dell’s attempts to persuade her otherwise. That same year Millay published A Few Figs from Thistles (1920), a volume of poetry which drew much attention for its controversial descriptions of female sexuality and feminism. In 1923, Millay was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver. In addition to publishing three plays in verse, Millay also wrote the libretto of one of the few American grand operas, The King’s Henchman (1927).
Millay married Eugen Boissevain, a self-proclaimed feminist and widower of Inez Milholland, in 1923. Boissevain gave up his own pursuits to manage Millay’s literary career, setting up the readings and public appearances for which Millay grew quite famous. According to Millay’s own accounts, the couple acted liked two bachelors, remaining “sexually open” throughout their twenty-six-year marriage, which ended with Boissevain’s death in 1949. Edna St. Vincent Millay died in 1950. (poets.org)
Aside: She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. (Wikipedia)
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If you’ve been reading along all these months, you’ll know I’m not too much of a fan of classic poetry. You know, the stuff with meter and rhyme, sonnets, etc. But buried in one of my older poetry books was this beautiful poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Though written about the death of her husband, obviously, I thought the feelings of grief were so universal to anyone we love. I still grieve for my folks, and reading this poem brought me right back to those memories again.
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Time Does Not Bring Relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountainside,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
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Interesting information. I know nothing about her.
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Me either. She’s not a poetess I normally read. But I really did like this one. I think I always pictured her from a different time frame.
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That poem is so good. She was very ahead of her times, wasn’t she.
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Maybe. Bordering a little on confessional poetry.
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Yep 😔
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You’re going through it, aren’t you, girlfriend… ❤
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I do get it 😔 but I’m also getting through it!
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Oh my goodness — I love Edna! Have you read her long poem “The Murder of Lidice”? It’s about a Czech town in WW2 that the Germans literally wiped off the map. My mother’s family came from Lidice. Edna is dear to my heart!
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No, I’ve never even heard of it. I will have to look it up and give it a read. Have you ever been there, Lori? WWII writing is very dear to my heart. I’ve been immersed in it for a few years now. Mostly histories, some fiction. Thanks for the info!
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You know, for some reason I always picture you as blonde! I wonder why… 🙂
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Nope. Ghostly pale dark brunette from birth!
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Beautiful either way! 😀
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