Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
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 ...
Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me—I ...
These hills, to hurt me more,That am hurt already enough,— Having left the sea behind,Having turned suddenly and left the ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with ...
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little ...
Let you not say of me when I am old,In pretty worship of my withered handsForgetting who I am, and ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky! - Life is a quest and love ...
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind,Am urged by your propinquity ...
Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife,Each day to half its length, my friend,—The years that Time take off ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!- Life is a quest and love a ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
XLI I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Midnight Oil Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, Each day to half its ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, But my ...
Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world-it is thin. Moles are at work beneath us; ...
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