Exploring the Profound Elegy: Edna St. Vincent Millay's Poems about Death

In the realm of poetry, few themes capture the human experience as poignantly as death. Edna St. Vincent Millay, a prominent American poet of the early 20th century, delves into this profound subject matter with remarkable grace and depth. Her poems about death resonate powerfully with readers, evoking emotions and contemplation that transcend time. Let's explore some of Millay's remarkable works that explore mortality and the mysteries that lie beyond.

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  1. 1. "Dirge Without Music"
    1. Dirge Without Music
  2. 2. "I Shall Forget You Presently"
    1. I Shall Forget You Presently
  3. 3. "Time Does Not Bring Relief"
    1. Time Does Not Bring Relief

1. "Dirge Without Music"

One of Millay's most celebrated elegies, "Dirge Without Music," encapsulates the poet's ability to confront death with unyielding honesty. In this poem, she captures the essence of grief and loss without resorting to embellishment or melodrama. The line, "I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground," showcases the poet's refusal to accept death as an inevitable conclusion, emphasizing the eternal ache left in the wake of a loved one's passing.

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant
and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not
approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in
the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

2. "I Shall Forget You Presently"

In "I Shall Forget You Presently," Millay explores the transient nature of memory and how it intertwines with the inevitability of death. The poem reflects the poet's struggle to hold onto cherished memories while acknowledging the futility of clinging to the past. Millay writes, "For you are gone, and I am left, and alone," encapsulating the isolating experience of losing someone dear.

I Shall Forget You Presently

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,

And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.

I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,—

Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

3. "Time Does Not Bring Relief"

Millay's "Time Does Not Bring Relief" captures the prolonged anguish and longing that accompanies the death of a loved one. The poem explores the idea that time does not heal all wounds, often leaving us trapped in a perpetual state of grief. The lines, "The night I hid my love," and "And yet, love, be content," reveal the poet's internal conflict between holding onto the memory of a lost love and finding solace in accepting their absence.

Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Edna St. Vincent Millay's poems about death are works of profound introspection and emotional resonance. Through her unflinching exploration of grief, loss, and the enduring effects of mortality, Millay invites readers to confront their own mortality and grapple with the complexities of the human experience. Her eloquent verses remind us that even in the face of death, the power of poetry can capture the essence of life's most overwhelming moments.

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