I, Being born a Woman and Distressed

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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I, being born a woman and distressed 
By all the needs and notions of my kind, 
Am urged by your propinquity to find 
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest 
To bear your body’s weight upon my breast: 
So subtly is the fume of life designed, 
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, 
And leave me once again undone, possessed. 
Think not for this, however, the poor treason 
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, 
I shall remember you with love, or season 
My scorn with pity, —let me make it plain: 
I find this frenzy insufficient reason 
For conversation when we meet again. 

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