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 ...
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 ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
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 ...
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)
No, I will go alone.I will come back when it's over.Yes, of course I love you.No, it will not be ...
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it ...
Brother, that breathe the August airTen thousand years from now,And smell—if still your orchards bearTart apples on the bough—The early ...
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:Penelope did this too.And more than once: you ...
Think not, not for a moment let your mind,Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thoughtThat the work's done and the ...
Not in a silver casket cool with pearlsOr rich with red corundum or with blue,Locked, and the key withheld, as ...
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercialPurposes, work hard at that.I think I will learn the ...
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of ...
Once more into my arid days like dew,Like wind from an oasis, or the soundOf cold sweet water bubbling underground,A ...
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind,Am urged by your propinquity ...
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — ...
And what are you that, wanting you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With ...
Cruel of heart, lay down my song,Your reading eyes have done me wrong,Not for you was the pen bitten,And the ...
Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water ...
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than ...
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it's over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it ...
And do you think that love itself, Living in such an ugly house, Can prosper long? We meet and part; ...
Cruel of heart, lay down my song, Your reading eyes have done me wrong, Not for you was the pen ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Brother, that breathe the August air Ten thousand years from now, And smell-if still your orchards bear Tart apples on ...
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so ...
OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, But my ...
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