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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay, photographed by Carl Van Vechten, 1933
Born February 22, 1892(1892-02-22)
Rockland, Maine
Died October 19, 1950 (aged 58)
Austerlitz, New York
Pen name Nancy Boyd
Occupation poet
Nationality American

Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.

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Early life

Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just prior to her birth.

In 1904 Cora officially divorced Millay's father for financial irresponsibility, but they had been separated for some years prior. Struggling financially, Cora and her three daughters — Edna (who would later insist on being called "Vincent"), Norma, and Kathleen — moved from town to town, counting on the kindness of friends and relatives. Though poor, Cora never traveled without her trunk full of classic literature — including William Shakespeare, John Milton, and more — which she enthusiastically read to her children. Finally the family settled in Camden, Maine, moving into a small house on the property of Cora's well-heeled aunt. It was in this modest house in the middle of a field that Millay wrote the first of the poems that would catapult her to literary fame.

Cora taught her daughters to be independent and to speak their minds, which did not always sit well with the authority figures in Millay's life. Millay preferred to be called "Vincent" rather than Edna, which she found plain. (Her grade school principal, offended by her frank attitudes, refused to call her Vincent. Instead, he called her by any woman's name that started with a V.[1])

At Camden High School Millay began nurturing her budding literary talents, starting at the school's literary magazine, The Megunticook, and eventually having some of her poetry published in the popular children's magazine St. Nicholas, the Camden Herald and, significantly, the anthology Current Literature, all by the age of 15.

Millay’s career and celebrity began in 1912 when she entered her poem “Renascence” into a poetry contest in The Lyric Year. The poem was so widely considered the best submission, that when it was ultimately placed fourth, it was quite the scandal for which Millay received much publicity. The first place winner, Orrick Johns, was among those who felt that “Renascence” was the best poem in the volume, and stated that “the award was as much an embarrassment to me as a triumph." One of the second prize winners even offered her his $250 prize money.[2] In the immediate aftermath of The Lyric Year controversy, a wealthy woman named Caroline B. Dow heard Millay reciting her poetry and playing the piano at the Whitehall Inn in Camden, Maine, and was so impressed that she offered to pay for Millay’s education at Vassar College. After her graduation in 1917, she moved to New York City.

Writing career

Edna St. Vincent Millay in 1914, photographed by Arnold Genthe.

In New York she lived in a number of places in Greenwich Village, including a house owned by the Cherry Lane Theatre that was renowned for being the smallest in New York City.[3] It was at this time that she first attained great popularity in America. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, for The Harp-Weaver, and Other Poems. She was the first woman to be so honored for poetry. Her reputation was damaged by poetry she wrote in support of the Allied war effort during World War II. Merle Rubin noted: "She seems to have caught more flak from the literary critics for supporting democracy than Ezra Pound did for championing fascism."

In 1943 she was awarded the Frost Medal for her lifetime contribution to American poetry. She was the sixth recipient of that honor, and the second woman.

Personal life

Main house at Steepletop, where Millay spent the last years of her life

Millay had relationships with several other students during her time at Vassar, then a women's college.[1] In January 1921 she went to Paris, where she met sculptor Thelma Wood, with whom she had a romantic relationship.[4] During her years in Greenwich Village and Paris she also had many relationships with men, including the literary critic Edmund Wilson, who unsuccessfully proposed marriage to her in 1920.[5]

In 1923 she married Eugen Jan Boissevain (Amsterdam, 20 May 1880 – Boston, MA, 29 August 1949), then the 43-year-old widower of labor lawyer and war correspondent Inez Milholland. Boissevain greatly supported her career and took primary care of domestic responsibilities. They lived near Austerlitz, New York, at a farmhouse they named Steepletop.

Millay's marriage with Boissevain was an open one, with both taking other lovers. Millay's most significant other relationship during this time was with the poet George Dillon, fourteen years her junior, for whom a number of her sonnets were written. Millay also collaborated with Dillon on Flowers of Evil, a translation of Charles Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du mal.

Boissevain died in 1949 of lung cancer. Millay was found dead at the bottom of the stairs in her house on 19 October 1950; it was clear she fell to her death, but the cause of the fall is unknown.[6]

In 2006, the state of New York paid $1.69 million to acquire 230 acres (0.93 km2) of Steepletop. The land will be added to a nearby state forest preserve. Proceeds from the sale are being used to restore the farmhouse with plans to turn it into a museum.

Parts of the grounds of Steepletop, including a Poet's Walk that leads to her grave, are now open to the public. Millay bought Steepletop with her husband in 1925, two years after winning the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.

Works

A collection of Edna St. Vincent Millay's works.

Her best-known poem might be "First Fig" from A Few Figs from Thistles (first published in 1920):

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!

Millay wrote the poem, which she first called "My Candle,"[7] at Romany Marie's café in Greenwich Village.

Mathematicians [8] recognize her sonnet "Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare" (1922)s:Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare as an expression of mathematical beauty, or an homage to the geometer Euclid.

However, many consider "Renascence"[1] and "The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver"[2] to be her finest poems.

Thomas Hardy once said that America had two great attractions: the skyscraper and the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Also, she wrote five verse dramas early in her career, including Two Slatterns and a King, The Lamp and the Bell (written for Vassar College), and The King's Henchman (originally an opera). Her most famous verse drama is the often anthologized One Act play Aria da Capo, written for the Provincetown Players.

References

  1. ^ a b Epstein, Daniel Mark (2001). What Lips my Lips Have Kissed: The Loves and Love Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay. New York: Henry Holt. ISBN 0-8050-6727-2. 
  2. ^ Dash, Joan (1973). A Life of One’s Own: Three Gifted Women and the Men They Married. New York: Harper and Row, Publishers. 
  3. ^ Nevius, Michelle and James (2009). Inside the Apple: A Streetwise History of New York City. New York: Free Press. 
  4. ^ Herring, Phillip (1995). Djuna: The Life and Work of Djuna Barnes. New York: Penguin Books. pp. 158. ISBN 0-14-017842-2. 
  5. ^ Milford, Nancy (2001). Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay. New York: Random House. pp. 191–192. ISBN 0-375-76081-4. 
  6. ^ Milford, 508; Epstein, 273.
  7. ^ Michael Browning (18 August 1996). "The Eternal Flame". The Miami Herald. http://www.tropicfan.com/The%20Eternal%20Flame%20by%20Michael%20Browning.htm. 
  8. ^ Sinclair, N. et al. (2006). Mathematics and the Aesthetic. New York: Springer. p. 111.

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Quotes

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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.

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I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light.
  • But, sure, the sky is big, I said;
    Miles and miles above my head;
    So here upon my back I'll lie
    And look my fill into the sky.
    And so I looked, and, after all,
    The sky was not so very tall.
    The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,
    And -- sure enough! -- I see the top!
    The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
    I 'most could touch it with my hand!
    And reaching up my hand to try,
    I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
    [...]
    The world stands out on either side
    No wider than the heart is wide;
    Above the world is stretched the sky, —
    No higher than the soul is high.
    The heart can push the sea and land
    Farther away on either hand;
    The soul can split the sky in two,
    And let the face of God shine through.
    But East and West will pinch the heart
    That can not keep them pushed apart;
    And he whose soul is flat — the sky
    Will cave in on him by and by.
    • "Renascence" (1912), st. 3 & 20, Renascence and Other Poems, 1917
  • It's little I know what's in my heart,
    What's in my mind it's little I know,
    But there's that in me must up and start,
    And it's little I care where my feet go.
    • "Departure" (1918) from The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923)
  • My candle burns at both ends;
    It will not last the night;
    But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends —
    It gives a lovely light.
    • "First Fig" from A Few Figs from Thistles (1920)
  • Many a bard's untimely death
    Lends unto his verses breath;
    Here's a song was never sung:
    Growing old is dying young.
    • "To a Poet Who Died Young" in Second April‎ (1921), p. 52
  • "One thing there's no getting by—
    I've been a wicked girl." said I;
    "But if I can't be sorry, why,
       I might as well be glad!"
    • From "The Penitent", A Few Figs from Thistles (1922)
  • But you are mobile as the veering air,
    And all your charms more changeful than the tide,
    Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:
    I have but to continue at your side.
    So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,
    I am most faithless when I most am true.
    • From Sonnet III: "Oh, Think not I am faithful to a vow!", A Few Figs from Thistles (1922)
  • After all, my earstwhile dear,
       My no longer cherished,
    Need we say it was not love,
       Now that love is perished?
    • "Passer Mortuus Est", st. 3, Second April, 1921
  • My heart is warm with friends I make,
       And better friends I'll not be knowing,
    Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
       No matter where it's going.
    • "Travel", st. 3, Second April, 1921
  • Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
    Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
    And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
    To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
    At nothing.
    • Sonnet XXII from The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923)
  • Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
    Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
    Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
    I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
    I only know that summer sang in me
    A little while, that in me sings no more.
    • Sonnet XLIII: "What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why" (1923), Collected Poems", 1931
  • Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
    Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
    Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
    And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
    Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
    Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
    Yet many a man is making friends with death
    Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
    • Sonnet XXX from Fatal Interview (1931)
  • Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
    The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
    Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
    • "Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies," lines 1-3, from Wine from These Grapes (1934)

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