You sometimes forget about authors. They sort of fall out of your head. Expect more Millay in the future.
And You as Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust
And you as well must die, belovèd dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body . . . → Read More: Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems LVIII: And You as Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust | Edna St. Vincent Millay