Just Because: 'I Shall Forget You'

The full title of this poem is I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear (Sonnet IV), so perhaps you can understand why it caught my eye. It's by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950). In addition to writing poetry and plays, she was an activist for the feminist cause. This poem came to my inbox courtesy of poem-a-day:

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
                                             If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
                                             I will protest you with my favorite vow.
                                             I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
                                             And vows were not so brittle as they are,
                                             But so it is, and nature has contrived
                                             To struggle on without a break thus far,—
                                             Whether or not we find what we are seeking
                                             Is idle, biologically speaking.

If you're interested in reading more about Millay, like how she got her middle name, which is a good story (including an audio of her reading one of her poems), check out http://bookhaven.stanford.edu/2013/02/americas-sweetheart-edna-st-vincent-millay-mary-pickford-and-plummy-vowels/