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I just learned about the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, and read her poem “Renascence”.

Here’s an excerpt:

“…The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I ’most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed, and—lo!—Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast…”

“The sky, I thought, is not so grand…”, May 2008

Ahhh… I found the poem moving. It’s psychedelic in a way.

I don’t know why I never liked poetry before. Maybe because it’s so personal and emotional and that kind of writing was hard for me to get into. It requires vulnerability on the part of the reader, too…