Edna Saint Vincent Millay was a somewhat rebellious Episcopalian, but after all, she had made her reputation with audacious verse and an unconventional life-style. American readers of a certain age find her vivid lines as unforgettable as her contemporaries found her red-haired beauty. At 19, she launched herself as a writer to be reckoned with when she published Renascence -- a mystical poem about the interrelation between the Creator and Nature, Eternity and human imagination. It outlined what would be a principle motif of her work -- her gift for communing with God best amid the beauty of Creation:
O God, I cried, no dark disguiseRenascence appeared in 1912, at a time when many poets had substituted mere love of nature for a lost faith in a deity. There is a vast difference between their weak hymns to lovely scenery and Millay's fierce conviction that Nature is one of the God's revelations, and designed to lead us to Him. Nowhere is this spelled out more clearly than in her poem, The Blue-Flag in the Bog, her parable of Armageddon which imagines a wild iris to be the last living thing on a burnt-out globe. The poem begins with a picture of the end of Time, and the resurrection of the dead:
Can e'er hereafter hide from me
Thy radiant identity!
Thou canst not move across the grass
But my quick eye will see thee pass...
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
God had called us, and we came:
Our loved Earth to ashes left
Heaven was a neighbor's house,
Open flung to us, bereft.
Gay the lights of heaven showed,
And 'twas God who walked ahead;
Yet I wept along the road,
Wanting my own house instead.
A man was starving in Capri;Later in life, she worked hard for Civil Rights and Ecology, feeling that Christ called us to do His work in the world. She died in 1950 at 58, her heart worn out by her efforts, but gallantly committed to the last.
He turned his eyes and looked at me;
I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,
And knew his hunger as my own.