04.10.07
The Philosopher (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Franz who is acquainted with my heart to nauseating extremes affirms that if you do not know “The Philosopher,” then you are missing an ample measure of my entity… because Franz who only knows me too well, perceived that I was yoked and mutually affected with this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Thank you for the poem, Franz, and for recognizing the reticent but vital constituent of who I am.
The Philosopher
And what are you that, missing you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?
And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at the wall?
I know a man that’s a braver man
And twenty men as kind,
And what are you, that you should be
The one man in my mind?
Yet women’s ways are witless ways,
As any sage will tell,–
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?
