Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems on Grief (18 Poems)
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Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin … Continue reading
Interim (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!— Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed Each other room’s … Continue reading
The Blue Flag In The Bog (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house,Open flung to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed,And ’twas God who walked ahead; Yet I wept along the road,Wanting my own … Continue reading
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 a night, and you shall worryMany a bone, before you buryOne sweet bone of mine! When shall I be dead?When … Continue reading
Three Songs Of Shattering (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw, — it must have been Very pretty. … Continue reading
The Leaf And The Tree (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
When will you learn, myself, to bea dying leaf on a living tree?Budding, swelling, growing strong,Wearing green, but not for long,Drawing sustenance from air,That other leaves, and you not there,May bud, and at the autumn’s callWearing russet, ready to fall?Has … Continue reading
As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the grassGrown up between the stones, yet from excessOf grief hard driven, or great loneliness,The worshiper returns, and those who passMarvel … Continue reading
The Goose-Girl (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Spring rides no horses down the hill,But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.And all the loveliest things there beCome simply, so, it seems to me.If ever I said, in grief or pride,I tired of honest things, I lied:And should be … Continue reading
The Wood Road (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
If I were to walk this wayHand in hand with Grief,I should mark that maple-sprayComing into leaf.I should note how the old burrsRot upon the ground.Yes, though Grief should know me hersWhile the world goes round,It could not if truth … Continue reading
The Leaf And The Tree (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, but not for long, Drawing sustenance from air, That other leaves, and you not there, May bud, and at the … Continue reading
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