April is National Poetry Month!

I have a string of major assignments due one after another, and I don't have the energy to hunt down anything new, so I'm overloading with Millay.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Desolation Dreamed Of." Interesting sentiment from a social butterfly, no?


Desolation dream of, though not accomplished,
Set my heart to rocking like a boat in a swell.
To every face I met, I said farewell.

Green rollers breaking white along a clean beach...when shall I reach that island?
Gladly, O painted nails and shaven arm-pits, would I see less of you!
Gladly, gladly would I be far from you for a long time, O noise and stench of man!

I said farewell. Nevertheless,
Whom have I quitted?--which of my possessions do I propose to leave?
Not one. This feigning to be asleep when wide awake is all the loneliness
I shall ever achieve.