Rapture and Melancholy by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Author:Edna St. Vincent Millay [Millay, Edna St. Vincent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780300265514
Publisher: YaleUP
Published: 2022-09-15T05:00:00+00:00

First thunder-shower this evening.

Harry worked with tractor. Some trouble getting the disks in front of the plows adjusted. Very hot all day—delicious—a thrilling day—every plant grew at least six inches between 7 a.m. & 7 p.m. . . .

April 22

Saw a barn-swallow this morning. Saw also a new bird I had never seen before, but identified it immediately as a ruby-throated kinglet—which it was.

Rained all day—very foggy. Went out only for a few minutes—afraid for my throat which is little bit better but still bad. Gene goes to Poughkeepsie tomorrow to fetch Max Eastman & his Russian wife Eliena. —Spent all afternoon making up my seed & plant list for Dreer—it comes to $77—less than I expected.29 —Had a sweet fire in my bedroom, & a big fire downstairs. —My throat still sore & hateful . . .

Weight 109!

April 23

This morning the ground white with snow. Gene went to Poughkeepsie to fetch Max & Eliena. Altair & I took a walk to the blue-bird pasture. I gathered yellow pussy-willows & red maple flowers, & a few may flowers. . . .

April 24 Sunday

Cold. Snowed a little. Gene took Max & Eliena up to the top of High Hill. They got some lovely may flowers.

The fattest woman in the world called here, having seen my ad in the Chatham Courier, seeking to become a combination house-maid, & stenographer. We’ve taken her on for a fortnight, to begin Wednesday. But I don’t see how she can be a stenographer, for I’m sure she can’t cross her knees. Had beautiful roast chicken which Mrs. T prepared before she left,—but while we were talking with Max about the value, if any, of anthologies of verse, the onions burned on. Max doesn’t mind anthologies, as such. I hate ’em.

Opened one of the last jars of raspberries—incredibly fresh & delicious.

April 25

Stayed in bed most all day, feeling mizzy. But got up in the afternoon & motored to Albany with Ugin, to take M & E to the train. —Several howling blizzards of snow during the day, but cleared before sunset, beautiful for the drive.

Opened one of the last jars of red strawberries—so good, so good!

Max says if I get fatter, I’ll feel better. He did.

April 26

This was the day of my encounter with the Juggernaut.30 From the onrushing wheels of the tractor I save, for the present, at least, my favorite patch of wild strawberries—covering an area not quite so big as my bathroom. But everybody was very much upset, because I was interfering with the straight line from X to Y. —And I knew that soon that day would come when all the wild strawberries, & all the daisies & hawkweed would be ploughed under to make a straight line for the tractor. —So I went down into the clearing below the blueberry pasture, & cried & cried & cried. —The most dreadful day, physically, that ever dawned, icy cold & the wind blowing a gale, deafening & confounding.

April 27

Ugin & I decided to take it a little easier, & not try to do much farming till we get a few decent servants in the house.

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