Hearing Your Words, And Not A Word Among Them (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day When inland woods ...
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day When inland woods ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a ...
April this year, not otherwiseThan April of a year ago,Is full of whispers, full of sighs,Of dazzling mud and dingy ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by ...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled CrownI bit my fingers and was hard to please,Having shook disaster till the fruit ...
The doctor asked her what she wanted done With him, that could not lie there many days. And she was ...
Where can the heart be hidden in the groundAnd be at peace, and be at peace forever,Under the world, untroubled ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by ...
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said. "What queer books she must have read!" (Love, by whom I was beguiled, Grant I may not bear a child.) "Little does she guess to-day What the world may be!" they say. (Snow, drift deep and cover Till the spring my murdered lover.)(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Let you not say of me when I am old,In pretty worship of my withered handsForgetting who I am, and ...
Think not, not for a moment let your mind,Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thoughtThat the work's done and the ...
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.Was it my ...
Not in a silver casket cool with pearlsOr rich with red corundum or with blue,Locked, and the key withheld, as ...
I do but ask that you be always fair That I forever may continue kind; Knowing me what I am, ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heartI took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,And lie disheveled in ...
As men have loved their lovers in times pastAnd sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,So have we loved ...
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercialPurposes, work hard at that.I think I will learn the ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loudAt dawn, a fortnight overdue,Jostling the doors, and tearing throughMy bedroom to rejoin the cloud,I ...
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the ...
I think I should have loved you presently,And given in earnest words I flung in jest;And lifted honest eyes for ...
Time does not bring relief; you all have liedWho told me time would ease me of my pain!I miss him ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her TongueHoneyed with unction, Plausible with guile,Are dear to men, whom count me ...
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my ...
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone ...
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,More cruel than Death, will tear ...
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines And keep him there; and let him thence escape If he be lucky; ...
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of ...
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughterWe drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky! - Life is a quest and love ...
Pity me not because the light of dayAt close of day no longer walks the sky;Pity me not for beauties ...
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