[Four Sonnets (1922)] (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I1.Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,.And drag me at your chariot till I die, --.Oh, heavy prince! ...
I1.Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,.And drag me at your chariot till I die, --.Oh, heavy prince! ...
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go homeAnd sit in the sitting-roomShall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow ...
Let them bury your big eyesIn the secret earth securely,Your thin fingers, and your fair,Soft, indefinite-colored hair,—All of these in ...
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it ...
I cannot but rememberWhen the year grows old — October — November — How she disliked the cold! She used ...
I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beastIn charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ...
There will be rose and rhododendronWhen you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringasHeavy with ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with ...
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,—I ...
Think not, not for a moment let your mind,Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thoughtThat the work's done and the ...
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 ...
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone ...
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,But of a ...
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I am save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely ...
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely I ...
Man alive, that mournst thy lot,Desiring what thou hast not got,Money, beauty, love, what not;Deeming it blesseder to beA rotted ...
These wet rocks where the tide has been,Barnacled white and weeded brownAnd slimed beneath to a beautiful green,These wet rocks ...
II had forgotten how the frogs must soundAfter a year of silence, else I thinkI should not so have ventured ...
Still must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such ...
There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the ...
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,-no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,-I can bear ...
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not ...
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