Tying in perfectly with the theme of this year’s exhibition at Steepletop, Edna St. Vincent Millay: Through Their Eyes, we thought you would enjoy this Cento Sonnet sent in to us from a past visitor to Steepletop, Tracy Marks of Arlington, Massachusetts. While at Steepletop, Tracy took these photographs to highlight her trip and has shared them with us. View the images here.
Petrarchan sonnet ending with a Shakespearan couplet Created from 13 Edna St. Vincent Millay sonnets 129,22,6,16,42,5,33,40,15,22,15,18,29,117
by Tracy Marks
Cold evening, the autumn of the year,
So is it now with me in my distress,
An empty room cobwebbed and comfortless.
Once more I clasp - and there is nothing there.
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain.
I should not cry aloud - I could not cry.
But I should find the sullen rocks and skies,
A yellow darkness sinister of rain.
I will permit my memory to recall
Your body was a temple of delight.
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I turn away reluctant from your light.
Pity me not for beauties passed away.
I now descend into a milder day.
The Society's mission is to illuminate the life and writings of Edna St. Vincent Millay and to preserve and interpret the character of Steepletop, her home and gardens, places where nature inspires the creative spirit.