by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,–
Not wait till I’ve been dead for a year!
I was introduced to Edna’s poetry by the AP English teacher in high school. I loved it immediately–I had found a soul sister with dark places in her mind and soul. This obsession I have with the macabre?
Perfectly normal. Apparently.