The Poet And His Book (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
God made the man and bid him multiply, Replenish the green earth, nor break the die Made by His hand; ...
Down in the bazaar of the CobblersWhere the stitcher of shoes doth lie,Was the Haschish den of Kaleef,A dog with ...
God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,Whose pious poetry blossoms on your gravesAs soon as you are in ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
Iusiurandum patri datum usqueathanc diem ita servavi... Hannibal I - Why ride away, Shadow, hands broken on the mail, Sparks ...
Let me sail to the southward and follow once moreDown the great circle course where the latitudes roar;Where the wind-breasted ...
WHEN groping farms are lanterned upAnd stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,And glimmering byroads catch the dropThat weeps from sprawling twig ...
You may visit studiosIn New York or gay Paree;Watch the famous models pose;Study scenes of land and sea;You may sing ...
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly's legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the ...
Last night I fled until I cameTo streets where leaking casements drippedStale lamplight from the corpse of flame;A nervous window ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
And there we were together again- Together again, we three: Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all, They had come for the ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on ...
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