Hi Everyone, Recently, I’ve been revisiting the life and work of poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, who lived as an openly bisexual woman—and who radicalized the love poem. Here’s the opening to her 1920 poem, “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why”:
Cristina, I am sitting at the kitchen table reading the gorgeous Elisa Gonzalez’s Grand Tour: Poems that you recommended some months back. What a breathtaking collection. You could read these poems over and over and never be finished, be done, be sated. EG breaks open life.
Cristina, I am sitting at the kitchen table reading the gorgeous Elisa Gonzalez’s Grand Tour: Poems that you recommended some months back. What a breathtaking collection. You could read these poems over and over and never be finished, be done, be sated. EG breaks open life.