Today's poem is Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Millay was one of the first poets I felt a connection to as a young reader when I discovered "grown-up" poetry as an adolescent. Her most famous fairy tale related poem is Bluebeard which I will feature next month for a Bluebeard theme. However, this one simply works with a general fairy tale theme so I wanted to share it here. This poem appears in many collections, but I have confirmed it is available in Collected Works of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.