[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! ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I, "And, Little Sin, pray God to die, And I upon the floor will lie And think how bad I've been!" Alas for pious planning — It mattered not a whit! As far as gloom went in that room, The lamp might have been lit! My Little Sorrow would not weep, My Little Sin would go to sleep — To save my soul I could not keep My graceless mind on it! So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by — I've been a wicked girl," said I; "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!"(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read ...
Once from a big, big building,When I was small, small,The queer folk in the windowsWould smile at me and call.And ...
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must ...
Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at ...
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 ...
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
I LOVE, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, Oh, ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
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