She is happy where she lies...
... with the dust upon her eyes.
For the Black, White & Read Challenge, I am currently reading a fascinating biography about Edna St. Vincent Millay (Savage Beauty by Nancy Milford... highly recommended). I know very little about Millay so I decided to Do the Google. And came across this... published 50 years ago YESTERDAY in The New York Times!
Obituaries were waaaaaay more interesting in the 50s!
Edna St. V. Millay Found Dead At 58
Special to THE NEW YORK TIMES
AUSTERLITZ, N.Y., Oct. 19--Edna St. Vincent Millay, the famous poet, was found dead at the foot of the stairs in her isolated home near here at 3:30 P. M. today.
Her physician said she died of a heart attack after a coronary occlusion. She was 58 years old.
She was dressed in a nightgown and slippers when her body was found by James Pinnie, a caretaker, who had arrived to fix a fire for the evening. The Columbia County coroner estimated that she had been dead for eight hours. Her nearest neighbor lived a mile away.
Miss Millay had lived alone in the Berkshire hills near the Massachusetts border, ten miles southwest of Chatham, N. Y., since her husband died on Aug. 20, 1949. He was Eugen Jan Boissevain, a retired New York importer.
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