Intention To Escape From Him
Edna St. Vincent Millay – Intention To Escape From Him
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial
Purposes, work hard at that.
I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird, not only in
America but wherever they sing.
(Shun meditation, though; invite the controversial:
Is the world flat? Do bats eat cats?) By digging hard I might
Deflect that river, my mind, that uncontrollable thing,
Turgid and yellow, srong to overflow its banks in spring,
Carrying away bridges
A bed of pebbles now, through which there trickles one clear
Narrow stream, following a course henceforth nefast-
Dig, dig; and if I come to ledges, blast.





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