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 ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Son, said my mother,When I was knee-high,"You've need of clothes to cover you,And not a rag have I."There's nothing in ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)Think not I have not heard.Well-fanged the double wordAnd ...
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)
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in ...
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.I hear him leading his horse out of ...
Minstrel, what have you to doWith this man that, after you,Sharing not your happy fate,Sat as England's Laureate?Vainly, in these ...
I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beastIn charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ...
Brother, that breathe the August airTen thousand years from now,And smell—if still your orchards bearTart apples on the bough—The early ...
Once from a big, big building,When I was small, small,The queer folk in the windowsWould smile at me and call.And ...
Gazing upon him now, severe and dead, It seemed a curious thing that she had lain Beside him ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with ...
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,—I ...
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day When inland woods ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a ...
April this year, not otherwiseThan April of a year ago,Is full of whispers, full of sighs,Of dazzling mud and dingy ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by ...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled CrownI bit my fingers and was hard to please,Having shook disaster till the fruit ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by ...
As men have loved their lovers in times pastAnd sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,So have we loved ...
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 ...
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughterWe drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient ...
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 ...
Into the golden vessel of great songLet us pour all our passion; breast to breastLet other lovers lie, in love ...
Even in the moment of our earliest kiss,When sighed the straitened bud into the flower,Sat the dry seed of most ...
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