So enjoying Caroline Kennedy’s new book of poems called She Walks in Beauty. A favorite:

The Philosopher
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

And what are you doing that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at the wall?

I know a man that’s a braver man
And twenty men as kind,
And what are you, that you should be
The one man on my mind?

Yet women’s ways are witless ways,
As any sage will tell —
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?