I SHALL FORGET
by: Edna St. Vincent Millay
- SHALL forget
you presently, my dear,
- So make the most of this, your little day,
- Your little month, your little half a year,
- Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
- And we are done forever; by and by
- I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
- If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
- I will protest you with my favorite vow.
- I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
- And vows were not so brittle as they are,
- But so it is, and nature has contrived
- To struggle on without a break thus far, --
- Whether or not we find what we are seeking
- Is idle, biologically speaking.
MORE POEMS BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
"I Shall Forget" is reprinted
from A Few Figs from Thistles: Poems and Sonnets. New
York: Harper, 1922.