First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
I could dissect this poem, line by line, pondering its possible meanings with regard to Edna’s life and writing. But this is not a lit class, it’s a blog. So I won’t. Also, I don’t want to.
It’s here today because the words are speaking to me and I need to share them.
Right now, I choose to see this poem as a reminder.
To a person who is working too much, overwhelmed and exhausting herself, who knows she cannot keep this up much longer, who addresses those who support her as well as those who do not. In the end, regardless of this knowledge, she cannot help but say how lovely it all is.
I feel these words deeply.
Watch as I go down in flames and see how beautiful the fire is.
How goddamn beautiful.
Life is difficult and stressful and a strange beauty emerges in those moments. If we look. And when we find it, we need to share it. Shout it out to friends and foes.
There is beauty in the moments of madness.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Are you going through a difficult time? Have you taken on too much? Could you use a break? I’ve got nothing. Sorry. No tips. No fix. Just support, solidarity, and a little bit of poetry.
Lemon Shark 