A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
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You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The speaker identifies as a poet, acknowledging a certain eccentricity associated with their creativity.
In this quote, Edna St. Vincent Millay expresses a personal acknowledgment of her identity as a poet, which she connects to a sense of being unconventional or 'not quite right in the head.' This statement reflects the often tumultuous and passionate nature of creative individuals, suggesting that the madness or eccentricity attributed to poets is intertwined with their artistic expression and emotional depth.
Themes
PoetEccentricityCreativityIdentityArt
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a literary discussion about the nature of creativity.
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