Edna St. Vincent Millay gets a shout on the cover of Vanity Fair this month. The 1920"s glamor poet would be pleased...no, wait... she shares a cover with Marky Mark. ..She feels the icy hand of death pull her back into the watery grave.

BURIAL by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!

And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,-
Not wait till I've been dead for a year!