Proud Serrender:The Edna St.Vincent Millay Story Fiction

Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast

Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;

Not we, --articulate, so, but with the tongue.

The young student sat, her attentions were far from the theater teacher and the babble of scene arrangements. She watched the special guest, a young actress, Wynne Matthison. She watched the dark haired beauty with her own bright blue eyes and red-golden hair, amazed by the dark chocolate curls that surround the actress. Edna St.Vincent Millay; known as Vincent, shifted her head from her right hand to her left, as she watched the beauty cross one long leg over the other.

"Edna . . . Edna. Ms. Millay?" the professor's voice broke through her fog, as the actress made eye contact and smiled.

"Yes Sir?" Vincent now turned her face to the teacher.

"I asked if you could imagine a world where you are forced by society away from your heart's true desire?" There was a funny ring to his voice as he watched Vincent waiting for her answer. Vincent looked down at the blank pages before her, which should have been filled full of notes,

"Um, no, no sir I would not," was her soft reply as felt the heat of a blus

"Oh well, Edna is a very pretty name," Wynne said as she smiled and turned and returned the poem back to where she had found it.

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