Ask a kid what they want to be when they grow up and they
might say they want to be a fireman or a dancer. Perhaps a superhero like superman,
which in grownup-speak means policeman, soldier or even preacher because they
are saving the world from evil. But—by the time they are finished with school—they
will typically change their minds a few times based on local opportunities,
pressure from parents and tuition fees.
When someone asked the young me about my future, I said, “I’m
going to be a writer.” I kept a diary and later some journals. I wrote stories
and created crudely assembled “books.” I entertained my family by reading them
my flawed but heartfelt poems.
In high school, I had
one superhero and her name was Edna St.
Vincent Millay.
The way she had experienced various passions and
perspectives in life and then wrote about them, made her a sort of idol I
wanted to emulate.
Although I’ve outgrown my enamored feelings—here are a few
(romantic) facts about a writer and poet who lived a charmed life, creating not
only lyrical poetry but who also had amazing success.
1. She
had red hair and green eyes!
2. She
wrote an opera for The Met.
3. She
owned an island called Ragged Island in Maine.
4. She
lived in Vienna, Rome, Budapest, Paris and New York
5. She
wrote articles for magazines using the pseudonym Nancy Boyd.
6. She
received the Pulitzer Prize
7. She
married a Dutch importer in 1924
8. She
died working all night on her last book of poems.
a. Renascence
b. Childhood
is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies
c. The
Fawn
d. Dirge
Without Music
e. Hyacinth
f.
Souvenir
g. The
Philosopher
h. The
Poet and His Book
i.
Conscientious Objector
Her poems are emotional and delicate, not contrived. Her
tender words touch on love and innocence as it teeters on the brink of
mortality. Perhaps subjects I didn’t need to be so enthralled with at age 17
but glad her words are still sitting on my shelves waiting for me to return.
And now that I’m a mature “writer,” it’s time to set new goals. Anyone have an
island for sale? Maybe I better start
with red hair.
Hyacinth
Edna
St. Vincent Millay
I am in
love with him to whom a hyacinth is dearer
Than I shall ever be dear.
On nights when the field-mice are abroad he cannot sleep:
He hears their narrow teeth at the bulbs of his hyacinths.
But the gnawing at my heart he does not hear.
Than I shall ever be dear.
On nights when the field-mice are abroad he cannot sleep:
He hears their narrow teeth at the bulbs of his hyacinths.
But the gnawing at my heart he does not hear.
How about you?
What were your childhood aspirations?
Did you have a superhero that you wanted
to be like when you grew up?

