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2004-02-25

Edna St. Vincent Millay
B. 2.22.1892 Rockland, Maine / D. 10.19.1950 "Steepletop," Austerlitz, New York
Fall

I’m not a nun, though I might act the part
In silence, at a Hudson Line retreat;
Retire at nine, awaken with a start
To Matins’ blackness at the bed-clock’s bleat.
But dawn descries the Hudson’s seething plot
Of ice floes backswept by a tidal run.
A nun is one more thing that I am not
As long as winter iron succumbs to sun:
I could not damp the fizzing at my mouth
With even thinner bedspreads, smaller rooms.
Vespers drew the Coast Guard cutter south
Behind advance-guard choruses of booms;
Across my view dashed—ere it could appear—
eleven sixteen twenty white-tailed deer.

Consolation Site: Second April

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