Poetry help?

[green_dreams]

There is a poem.

I am pretty sure it is by Edna St. Vincent Millay, and am also pretty sure it is a sonnet.

The gist of it is "Yes, I slept with you--it doesn't mean I like you enough to spend time with you now that that's out of my system."

Help?

EDIT: Found! "I, Being Born A Woman and Distressed"

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I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity, -- let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

Re: I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

[jazz007.livejournal.com]

Icon love.

Re: I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Concur.

Re: I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

Catherine the Great: Underappeciated Role Model. :)

Re: I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

Am urged by your propinquity to find

Should be:

"Am urged by propinquity to find"

Bloody online poems, but I was too lazy to type it in. *shame*