[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! ...
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 ...
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)Think not I have not heard.Well-fanged the double wordAnd ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, And love me if you like. I shall not hear the door shut Nor the knocker strike. Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts, And wed me if you will. I'd make a man a good wife, Sensible and still. And why should I be cold, my lad, And why should you repine, Because I love a dark head That never will be mine? I might as well be easing you As lie alone in bed And waste the night in wanting A cruel dark head. You might as well be calling yours What never will be his, And one of us be happy. There's few enough as is.(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
No, I will go alone.I will come back when it's over.Yes, of course I love you.No, it will not be ...
My heart is what it was before A house where people come and go, But it is winter with your ...
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it ...
Not even my pride shall suffer much;Not even my pride at all, maybe,If this ill-timed, intemperate clutchBe loosed by you ...
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I ...
Love, if I weep it will not matter,And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a ...
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 ...
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said. "What queer books she must have read!" (Love, by whom I was beguiled, Grant I may not bear a child.) "Little does she guess to-day What the world may be!" they say. (Snow, drift deep and cover Till the spring my murdered lover.)(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Think not, not for a moment let your mind,Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thoughtThat the work's done and the ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heartI took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,And lie disheveled in ...
Not in a silver casket cool with pearlsOr rich with red corundum or with blue,Locked, and the key withheld, as ...
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the ...
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of ...
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughterWe drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient ...
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,And drag me at your chariot till I die,--Oh, heavy prince! Oh, ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,But of a ...
Pity me not because the light of dayAt close of day no longer walks the sky;Pity me not for beauties ...
My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,The pallid hare that runs before the dayHaving brought your earnest counsels to an ...
Into the golden vessel of great songLet us pour all our passion; breast to breastLet other lovers lie, in love ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veinsAre frosty channels to a muted stream,And out of all our burning their ...
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