Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay
Dates: 22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950
Title of Poem: Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide’s edge, I lie—these things and more:
Whose arm alone between me and the sand,
Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near,
Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand,
She could advise you, should you care to hear.
Small chance, however, in a storm so black,
A man will leave his friendly fire and snug
For a drowned woman’s sake, and bring her back
To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
Brief Biography: Millay was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet and playwright. She was also known for her feminist activism as well as many love affairs. Preferring to use her middle name, Vincent, Millay, was independent and her out-spokeness did not always sit well with critics or authority. It is said she wrote some of the best sonnets of the 20th century.