Edna St. Vincent Millay





Sonnet 75

Fatal Interview
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Since I cannot persuade you from this mood Of pale preoccupation with the dead, Not for my comfort nor for your own good Shift your concern to living bones instead; Since that which Helen did and ended Troy Is more than I can do though I be warm, Have up your buried girls, egregious boy, And stand with them against the unburied storm. When you lie wasted and your blood runs thin, And what's to do must with dispatch be done, Call Cressid, call Elaine, call Isolt in! — More bland the ichor of a ghost should run Along your dubious veins than the rude sea Of passion pounding all day long in me.