At my sister's suggestion, I read the poem below. It is a part of a collection of Edna St. Vincent Millay's work gathered in a book we each own.
The book is:
Our copies have a different cover, but basically this is it.
I was given this book by my mama when I was 10.5 years old.
I didn't feel ready for it then.
As it turns out, I'm still not sure if I'm ready for it,
or if I just don't do poetry well.
Especially long poems, written in ways that need dissection.
I don't really have the patience.
I admire those like Michelle that do love poetry.
I think as an English teacher's daughter, I thought I should like this stuff more.
My mom did.
I still have many of her poetry ~ teaching & private collection books.
My sister has many others.
Anyway, here is the poem that was offered up to me, perhaps you will enjoy it.
If not, I understand.
Thanks go to my sister for pointing the way and to Dee for inspiring me to try something new and maybe not clearing my shelf, through reading...
but reading one poem in a book I've had for many years!
(BTW~ I have an extra copy of this book if anyone is interested in it!)
May you also be inspired in some new way,
PS I return to work tomorrow. Hope I'm ready!
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950). Renascence and Other Poems. 1917.