My Narrowest House in the Village

My first escapade to NYC was in the summer of 1995. Freshly graduated from high school I studied at the Joffrey Ballet in Greenwich Village. Though my childhood in Texan suburbia did not prepare me for the cosmopolis that awaited me, my love of dance and music and poetry certainly did. While gaping at all of NYC’s delicious summer-ness, I found the home of Edna St. Vincent Millay — my favorite poet — while strolling through the Village. Also called “The Narrowest House in the Village”  75 1/2 Bedford Street had also been the home of Cary Grant and John Barrymore.

Big celebrities. Very small house.

I admit that nearly every time I am in NYC, I still go back to visit this little house because I have this secret dream to one day live there.

Read today that my dream house is on the market. You know — only $4.3 M, which is $4,343 per square foot. Ouch! How is a poet supposed to live there? Moreover, the price of the house has DOUBLED since it was last on the market in 2010. YIKES!  

My curiosity piqued and so I found some photos and floor plans to see what kind of renovation work has been done and it looks so BLAH! I would expect that a house with this much creative history would be renovated to at least some historic capacity (it was built in the mid-1880’s), right? Nope., another white and beige gut. Too bad, I say.

So, since it seems that all poetry has been covered up in paint and expensive marble and since this isn’t quite in my home buying financial plan, I will have to let someone else purchase her for now.  I do hope, however,  that they love Edna St. Vincent Millay as much as I do.

If you would like to see pictures of the interior of the house, click here.

And here is my favorite Edna St. Vincent Millay poem — “I Shall Forget You Presently My Dear”

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 oaths 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.

 

2 thoughts

  1. I was there! Meanwhile, for $4M, my guests on the third floor should not have to go to the basement to pee.
    I agree that the renovation lacks the character that the house deserves.

    1. Disappointing, right? That was a fun day — strolling through the Greenwich Village street fair. That is definitely my favorite NYC neighborhood when I’m feeling bohemian. Tribeca – my fave neighborhood when I’m feeling chic.

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