What: Another installation of my continuing erratic series "Maybe try reading some poetry?" This time, it's Edna St. Vincent Millay, who combined the sonnet-craft of Milton with the dry sighs of Dorothy Parker and the home life of Tilda Swinton.
Here are some first lines to get you started:
"The room is full of you!" --- "Interim"
"To what purpose, April, do you return again?/ Beauty is not enough." --- "Spring"
"We talk of taxes, and I call you friend" --- "Sonnet 1"