I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not of this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity, --let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
for conversation when we meet again.

oh no she didn't! haha, I love this sonnet for so many reasons. Like I've said before our culture is saturated with the "love sonnet" and that is what makes me like this one so much. Here is a woman that understands herself and is also strong. The title mocks men's idea of women as weak and unreliable. Men fall for women, they take their love and then walk away. Here Edna St. Vincent Millay is saying that she will be the one walking away, "insufficient reason for conversation" is classic. I'm not in women's lib. or anything I just admire people who break out of the mold.