A short excerpt from American poetess Edna St. Vincent Millay's 1917 Renascence and Other Poems.
"If F. Scott Fitzgerald was the fictional voice of the Lost Generation, she was its poetic spokesperson."
|Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I|
|And hailed the earth with such a cry|
|As is not heard save from a man|
|Who has been dead, and lives again.|
|About the trees my arms I wound;||185|
|Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;|
|I raised my quivering arms on high;|
|I laughed and laughed into the sky,|
Tags: Edna St. Vincent Millay, Lost Generation