Jun 18, 2020
#anger, #bewilderment, #complaint, #denial, #Dirge WIthout Music, #Edna St VIncent Millay, #fury, #grief, #heartbreak, #loss, #powerlessness, #rage, #stages of grief
by Lucy Crispin
Someone confided in me, earlier this week, their feelings in re: all the pain, confusion and madness in the world at the moment: “I don’t like it”. It was offered as if I was being let into an important secret, and there was something very disarming about it—so honest and un-clever and childlike. Not to mention unarguable. It put me in mind of the wonderful ‘Dirge Without Music‘ by Edna St Vincent Millay. There’s what I think is a very good reading of it there at the Poetry Website (click the red arrow by the title), and a different one here; or you could enjoy this fragment which, I think, catches the same mood as the PF reading. Have a listen. See what you think.
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