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“I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV) "

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.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay (Modern Library, 2001)”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

“The first draft of anything is shit.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Jesus can always reject his father,
But he cannot escape his mother's blood.
He'll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers,
But he'll never escape what he's made up of.”
― Ethel Cain

“You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay