tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29204932.post426748905992428782..comments2024-03-25T01:39:10.406-06:00Comments on Mysterious Musings: Summer WanderlustJulia Buckleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10270211923343731659noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29204932.post-88117213347604079332007-06-26T21:18:00.000-06:002007-06-26T21:18:00.000-06:00Great point! Her poetry certainly speaks to me. ...Great point! Her poetry certainly speaks to me. You'll notice quotes from her sprinkled liberally throughout this blog.<BR/><BR/>How great that you can call up her words when you look at that harbor!Julia Buckleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270211923343731659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29204932.post-34372836515387878432007-06-26T20:56:00.000-06:002007-06-26T20:56:00.000-06:00Every summer, I go to Camden, drive up Mt. Battie ...Every summer, I go to Camden, drive up Mt. Battie and look out over the harbor Millay looked out over when she wrote:<BR/>"All I could see from where I stood<BR/>Was three long mountains and a wood;<BR/>I turned and looked another way,<BR/>And saw three islands in a bay."<BR/>They're still there, the islands. The bay sparkles and the air smells like balsam. She was so different from most people of her time, so Bohemian and daring. It's a wonder to me that she was so successful at a time when women were expected to be modest and unassuming and - above all - conventional. Her wanderlust was more than a longing for other places. It was for another state of being.<BR/><BR/>Shine On,<BR/>LillAdminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05416333739132261312noreply@blogger.com