Edna St Vincent Millay
With help from Googling Diane and two teenage girls walking along the wooded path (Where’s Edna’s home?) , I found the soon-to-be restored house in Austerlitz, New York, where Edna St Vincent lived from 1920 until her death in 1950. My second and last detour before arriving home today. 1300 miles and 24 hours of driving.
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I Know 100 Ways to Die
I know some poison I could drink
I’ve often thought I’d taste it
But mother bought it for the sink
And drinking it would waste it
Edna St. Vincent Millay
That’s not the only poem Edna wrote about poison.
Here’s part of another one:
Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink — and live — what has destroyed some men.
Comment by rakkity — July 27, 2006 @ 9:27 am