Thursday, May 17, 2007
PT: Another Kind of Remourse ;D
Last week I said my own regrets. This week I'll tell you Edna St. Vincent Millay's: hers is way better!
I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
And shut us all within;
And, "Little Sorrow, weep." said I,
"And Little Sin, pray God to die,
And I upon the floor will lie
And think how bad I've been!"
Alas for pious planning--
It mattered not a whit!
As far as gloom went in that room,
The lamp might have been lit!
My little Sorrow would not weep,
My little Sin would go to sleep--
To save my soul I could not keep
My graceless mind on it!
So up I got in anger,
And took a book I had,
And put a ribbon in my hair
To please a passing lad,
And, "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!"
"Poet. Playwright. Actress. Lover. Pulitzer Winner. Breadwinner. Jazz Age Heroine. Sexual Revolutionary. Wife. Daughter. Drinker. Pacifist. Activist. Celebrated. Villified. Beloved. Notorious. Remembered. Forgotten? Not if she has anything to say about it!" (From the THEATERMANIA show at Collective:Unconscious, First Fig Productions "Edna St, Vincent Millay Speaks to the Committee on Immortality.")