3.5: Millay, "An Ancient Gesture"
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An Ancient Gesture
Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892 - 1950)
Original Text: Millay, Edna St. Vincent. Mine the Harvest. 1954.
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
Penelope did this too.
And more than once: you can’t keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;
And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light,
And your husband has been gone, and you don’t know where, for years,
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do.
And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique,
In the very best tradition, classic, Greek;
Ulysses did this too.
But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied
To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak.
He learned it from Penelope …
Penelope, who really cried.
Publication Start Year 1949
Publication Notes The Ladies’ Home Journal. vol. 66 (1949).
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Marc R Plamondon
RPO Edition 2018
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