Bluebeard (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
This door you might not open, and you did;So enter now, and see for what slight thingYou are betrayed... Here ...
This door you might not open, and you did;So enter now, and see for what slight thingYou are betrayed... Here ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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, ...
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care; But ...
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of ...
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked; The wall is high—higher than most— ...
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing ...
Once from a big, big building,When I was small, small,The queer folk in the windowsWould smile at me and call.And ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her TongueHoneyed with unction, Plausible with guile,Are dear to men, whom count me ...
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of ...
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has ...
Only until this cigarette is ended,A little moment at the end of all,While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,And ...
IF I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked; The wall is high-higher than most- And the ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief ...
Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile, Are dear to men, whom ...
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