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"Edna St. Vincent Millay" by Melissa Remark

"Edna St. Vincent Millay" by Melissa Remark

26---> melissa & edna

April 6, 2016

When I think of Edna St. Vincent Millay, I picture her in wide pants, standing on a giant rock, looking as far as she can see into the Atlantic horizon, her hair blown back by a constant wind. Or, I imagine her at work, at a desk piled high with books, because she worked a lot. I like the rhythm in her name and admire the strength in her delicate phrases. Admittedly, I only recently learned of Edna St. Vincent Millay. I’m not sure how I missed her but our acquaintance happened in the way you learn a new word or concept, and then hear it again and again. She popped up in musings of girl bachelorhood, on a greeting card, and in between ads and articles. And when I finally picked up a few volumes of her work, I thought, really, I’ve always known her. The following “poem” is a quick collected rearrangement of some of my favorite verses and phrases and ways Millay has put words and images and ideas together.

 

For Witch-Wives

 

My candle burns a lovely light

The How and Why of all things, past

And never shall one room contain me quite

I saw and heard, and knew at last

 

Was it for this I uttered prayers

And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs?

We shall not feel it again

and be buried in the rain

Not for you was the pen bitten

And the mind wrung, and the song written

 

From the stone, as from the memory the heat of tears escapes

The lighthouse, and the boat on the beach, and the two shapes

 

More sea than land am I; my sulky mind

And present, and forevermore

And she never will be all mine

The Universe, cleft to the core

 

(From “Renascence,” “Witch-Wife,” “Grown-up,” “First Fig,” “Cap D’Antibes,” “The Cameo,” “Not in this chamber only at my birth,” “Justice Denied in Massachusetts,” “To Those Without Pity”)

 

Melissa Remark hails from a small Canadian town on north shore of Lake Erie. She has called Toronto, Los Angeles, and Gold Coast, Australia, home before settling in New Orleans where she teaches writing, literature, and film studies at Nicholls State University. A former editor at UNO’s Bayou Magazine, Melissa recently wrote and co-produced the short film Call Me Cappy, which premiered at the 25th Annual New Orleans Film Festival and has screened at film fests around the globe.

In 2016 Tags melissa remark, poetry, edna st. vincent millay, painting, poem, Canada, Lake Erie, Toronto, Los Angeles, Gold Coast Australia, New Orleans, Call Me Cappy

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