Edna St. Vincent Millay

On this quiet, overcast Sunday morning, here's a poem for your consideration by Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950), American lyrical poet and playwright, who won the 1923 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for her poem "Ballad of the Harp-Weaver”.

Millay was a renowned social figure and noted feminist in New York City during the Roaring Twenties and beyond.

Sonnet 6

Time, that renews the tissues of this frame,
That built the child and hardened the soft bone,
Taught him to wail, to blink, to walk alone,
Stare, question, wonder, give the world a name,
Forget the watery darkness from whence he came,
Attends no less the boy to manhood grown,
Brings him new raiment, strips him of his own;
All skins are shed at length, remorse, even shame.
Such hope is mine, if this indeed be true,
I dread no more the first white in my hair,
Or even age itself, the easy shoe,
The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair:
Time, doing this to me, may alter too
My anguish, into something I can bear.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (From "Wine From These Grapes" 1934)