Category Archives: Edna St. Vincent Millay
Heartstringy
This morning, it was cool enough outdoors to wear my long black coat, the coat my dear father called “smart” last winter; the coat that makes me feel like a real lady. I’m wearing red high heels, too. I feel very much as though I’m … Continue reading
Filed under Edna St. Vincent Millay, My Parents, Poetry
Love, mortal peril, la dee da
Last week, on a day which erred on the “harried” side of the Harried-O-Meter, I went to lunch with my friend Hardy. Since he had his car with him at our place of work–hosanna!–we were able to wander further afield … Continue reading
Filed under Edna St. Vincent Millay, Poetry
