Journey (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me—I ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me—I ...
Midsummer noon: and the timbered wallsstart in the heat;and the children sag listlessly over the desks,with bloodless faces oozing sweatsipped ...
Green wing and ruby throat, What shining spell, what exquisite sorcery,Lured you to float And fight with bees round this ...
THE sudden sunbeams slant between the treesLike solid bars of silver. moonlight kissed,And strike the supine shadows where they restStretched ...
It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title, Epigrams, and named of me,Thou should'st be bold, ...
Death devours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness, presentlyEvery bed is narrowUnremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
When was the beginning, in the fertilising, in the flower, or was it deeper, in the earth beneath? No end ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
(To L. L.) Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
I'm sitting by the fire tonight, The cat purrs on the rug; The room's abrim with rosy light, Suavely soft ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed ...
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow ...
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,-presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain ...
Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel, Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads ...
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