SONNET

by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

      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 your 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.

"Sonnet" is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers, 1921.

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