Dear Camden,
Dear Camden, Maine:
Considering that nothing of quality or note has come from your quaint burg since, I would suggest that you do more to promote the fact one of America’s greatest lyric poets walked your uneven streets one short century ago. As a sulking, morose teenager, Edna St. Vincent Millay composed her first notable works amidst (and on the subject of!) your bountiful rocks, brambles, and fog. She won a scholarship to Vassar based on those works, where she learned how to be a swinger and a lesbian. Shortly thereafter, she received the Pulitzer Prize.
Today, all the notice that the Town of Camden appears to afford her is a mottled statuette obscured by overgrowth in an out-of-the-way corner of the dumpy harborside park.
Please correct this grevious oversight.
-the_deli
PS – Thanks a lot for the free coffee. I know it was Nescafé; I saw the sachets.
Have you read Nancy Milford’s Millay biography Savage Beauty. I took a course with her last spring.
Nope.