I don't know why people insist on centering text, but they do so to this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay making it seem trite and kid-like. While it may be about childhood, it is definitely not kid-like and it is extremely non-trite.
I first found this poem years ago and as I read it I was in awe because yes, that's pretty much it. While I've not had anyone but my grandparents pass away, I remember getting the gravity of the situation when my close friend lost her mother. I remember how my grandparents' deaths affected my parents and it's true, I think, that a new chapter of a person's life begins at that point.
I do love this poem for its wisdom and for the emotionality it has. I cannot help but get a little choked up at the line "But you do not wake up a month from then, two months/A year from then, two years, in the middle of the night/And weep, with your knuckles in your mouth, and say Oh, God!/Oh, God!"
I think the poem loses its sharpness and bite from stanza four to the end. They are still valid and all, I just think they lack the greatness of the start of the poem. I wish the first three stanzas were a separate poem. Or perhaps, the latter stanzas indicate the arrival to adulthood. The last stanza just sounds so adult. It's not expansive anymore. Just short, declarative sentences. It's a tight, little block. It's totally dry-eyed. "And [then N will] leave the house." This poem mirrors this biblical passage in that way: "When I was a child, I spake as a child...but when I became a man, I put away childish things."
Favorite line: "Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies./Nobody that matters, that is."
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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Couldn't find the poem on the link, but she's hit or miss, I think. I spent a month on her berry farm in Massachusetts, the Millay Colony.
ReplyDeleteWait, you couldn't find it? I just tried it and it works. Hmmm. It takes you to a scrapbooking website (not a clue why it's there).
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