Falling madly (and therefore obsessively) in love with Edna

St. Vincent Millay... isn't she the most perfect Orlando in this picture? 

and so renascently romantic in this one...she would touch a hundred flowers 

and not pick one, 

and watch the wind bow down the grass

and the grass rise

with quiet eyes

and here perhaps thinking: we talk of taxes, and I call you friend; 

well, such you are, but well enough we know

how thick about us root, how rankly grow

those subtle weeds no man has need to tend,

that flourish through neglect, and soon must send

perfume so sweet upon us and overthrow

our steady senses

then perhaps in her mind beginning to seek Her, her other sister, 

her other soul: Grave Silence, lovelier 

than the three loveliest maidens,

whom evermore she follows wistfully, 

wandering Heaven and Earth

and Hell and the four seasons through.

and finally... before ever sweeping floors

or making dishes done,

she shall always be found

a-sunning in the sun!

Interested? Her bio and a few poems here, and a good collection of her work in digital format here.

Variación primera: "Afternoon on a Hill",  de Renascence

Variación segunda: Sonnet I, en Second April

Variación tercera: "Ode to Silence", also in Second April

Variación cuarta: "Portrait by a Neighbor", from A Few Figs from Thistles