Millay met a well-known artist near Millay's New York home in 1934. The artist later wrote to her:
“One day a hummingbird flew in--It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella--When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny—
...You were like the hummingbird to me...And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together--It is not that I fear the knowing--It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.”
It is unclear whether the hummingbird in question was near an oversized flower, and it appears that Millay did not travel to New Mexico to follow up on this visit, but at any rate name the artist.