Edna St. Vincent Millay

One of the ways in which I like to make a mental escape from my studies is to delve into those poetry books that are always strewn around my room so that where ever I sit, there is one within reach. This morning, I was lucky enough to steal a few moments with Edna St. Vincent Millay... On most morning, Ms. Millay, I enjoy your poetry. This morning, I love your poetry. I would encourage anyone to pick up her poems, and highly recommend her biography, Savage Beauty-well written story of an intriguing life.

I shall forget you presently, my dear,

-Millay

I 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 oaths 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.