tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884029212360729617.post8761422071812609073..comments2023-05-10T09:07:43.522-07:00Comments on 999 Poems: 817. Ragged Island, by Edna St. Vincent MillayAkshay Ahujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884029212360729617.post-30177953998567686112015-02-22T01:50:10.780-08:002015-02-22T01:50:10.780-08:00Oh, to be in a relaxed and focused calm state as o...Oh, to be in a relaxed and focused calm state as one might imagine from this beautiful isolated scene; without any tasks or roles to perform, alert to your own mind, fully sensing beauty, and at peace with death.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884029212360729617.post-75159092017566317832012-05-31T08:01:59.933-07:002012-05-31T08:01:59.933-07:00It's about Ragged Island, Maine. Millay kept a...It's about Ragged Island, Maine. Millay kept a summer home there. The islands off of Maine are beautiful, but also lonely, and desolate. The sea often climbs from placid to violent in mere minutes, and the forest is primeval and dark.Roohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05445309081117491775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884029212360729617.post-64387434991828300162012-04-23T14:14:03.828-07:002012-04-23T14:14:03.828-07:00what is this poem about? im so confused.what is this poem about? im so confused.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com