This beast that rends me in the sight of all,
This love, this longing, this oblivious thing,
That has me under as the last leaves fall,
Will glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring.
The wound will heal, the fever will abate,
The knotted hurt will slacken in the breast;
I shall forget before the flickers mate
Your look that is today my east and west.
Unscathed, however, from a claw so deep
Though I should love again I shall not go:
Along my body, waking while I sleep,
Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow,
The scar of this encounter like a sword
Will lie between me and my troubled lord.
Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnet, “This beast that rends me,” is a striking exploration of love’s dual nature—its capacity to ravage and to transform. Written in the early 20th century, a period marked by shifting gender roles and evolving poetic forms, the poem encapsulates the tension between passion and pain, vulnerability and resilience. Millay, a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet known for her lyrical precision and emotional intensity, crafts a work that is both deeply personal and universally resonant. Through vivid imagery, controlled structure, and a voice that oscillates between despair and defiance, she captures the visceral experience of a love that wounds yet ultimately leaves the speaker irrevocably changed.
Millay emerged as a literary figure during the modernist era, a time when poets like T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound were revolutionizing form and content. However, unlike many of her contemporaries who embraced fragmentation and obscurity, Millay retained a commitment to traditional structures, particularly the sonnet, while infusing it with modern sensibilities. Her work often reflects her own tumultuous romantic life—she was known for her numerous affairs and her refusal to conform to conventional expectations of female passivity in love.
This poem, like much of her oeuvre, grapples with the aftermath of a consuming relationship. The language of violence (“beast,” “rends,” “claw,” “sword”) suggests not just heartbreak but an almost predatory force that has seized the speaker. Given Millay’s reputation for passionate and often painful love affairs, the poem can be read as both a personal lament and a broader meditation on the cost of emotional surrender.
The central metaphor of the poem is love as a beast—a ravenous, destructive entity that publicly “rends” the speaker. This imagery aligns with classical and medieval depictions of love as a kind of madness or affliction, recalling the myth of Eros and Psyche or the troubadour tradition where love is an all-consuming fire. However, Millay’s portrayal is distinctly modern in its psychological realism. The beast is not merely an external force but something that operates within the speaker, rendering her powerless (“has me under as the last leaves fall”).
The poem’s trajectory moves from present suffering to anticipated recovery, yet it resists a neat resolution. The speaker predicts that the pain will fade—love will “glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring,” the wound will heal—but the final lines reveal that this encounter has left an indelible mark. The scar, “sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow,” suggests that future intimacies will be shadowed by this past hurt. Unlike the Petrarchan tradition, where the lover remains perpetually tormented, Millay’s speaker acknowledges healing but also permanent alteration.
Millay’s command of imagery is particularly potent in this sonnet. The juxtaposition of natural cycles (“the last leaves fall,” “before the flickers mate”) with violent, almost surgical precision (“the knotted hurt,” “the scar of this encounter like a sword”) creates a tension between organic inevitability and sudden, brutal rupture. The poem’s emotional power lies in this duality—love is both a seasonal phenomenon and a wound that never fully closes.
The sonnet form itself, traditionally associated with love poetry, is used here to contain and structure overwhelming emotion. The volta, or turn, occurs subtly between the octave and sestet, shifting from the speaker’s prediction of recovery to the sobering realization of lasting damage. The final couplet does not offer consolation but rather a stark acknowledgment: “The scar of this encounter like a sword / Will lie between me and my troubled lord.” The word “lord” is ambiguous—it could refer to a future lover, an internalized sense of authority, or even love itself as a tyrannical force.
Millay’s poem can be read through a feminist lens, particularly in its refusal to romanticize suffering. Unlike the passive female figures of much romantic poetry, Millay’s speaker is acutely aware of her own vulnerability yet also asserts her survival. The scar, though a mark of pain, is also a sign of endurance—it does not disappear but instead becomes a part of her. This aligns with Millay’s broader defiance of traditional gender roles; she does not portray herself as a victim but as someone irrevocably changed by experience.
Philosophically, the poem engages with the idea of love as a transformative but not necessarily redemptive force. There is no transcendence here, only the hard-won knowledge that some wounds do not fully heal. This resonates with existentialist thought emerging in the early 20th century—the notion that meaning is not given but forged through suffering.
Millay’s poem invites comparison with other sonnets of love and loss, such as Shakespeare’s Sonnet 147 (“My love is as a fever, longing still”) or Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnets from the Portuguese, where love is both illness and salvation. However, Millay’s voice is distinctly her own—less idealized than Browning’s, more visceral than Shakespeare’s. A closer parallel might be found in Sylvia Plath’s later confessional poetry, where love and pain are inextricable.
“This beast that rends me” is a masterful sonnet that captures the paradox of love—its capacity to destroy and to define. Millay does not offer easy comfort; instead, she presents love as an encounter that leaves one fundamentally altered. The scar, cold and sharp, is not just a reminder of pain but a testament to survival. In this way, the poem transcends its immediate emotional landscape to speak to the universal human experience of love’s enduring marks.
Millay’s genius lies in her ability to marry classical form with modern sensibility, crafting a poem that is as precise as it is passionate. In an age where love poetry often veers toward the saccharine or the cynical, her work remains a bracing reminder of love’s power to wound, to change, and ultimately, to endure.
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