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 ...
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 ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
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 ...
We were very tired, we were very merry — We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable — But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on the hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon. We were very tired, we were very merry — We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. We were very tired, we were very merry, We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head, And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read; And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and the pears, And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
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)
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,This is the thing I find to be:That I am weary of words and ...
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care; But ...
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in ...
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I ...
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:Penelope did this too.And more than once: you ...
Gazing upon him now, severe and dead, It seemed a curious thing that she had lain Beside him ...
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 ...
Let you not say of me when I am old,In pretty worship of my withered handsForgetting who I am, and ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heartI took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,And lie disheveled in ...
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the ...
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,More cruel than Death, will tear ...
Cherish you then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?-put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of ...
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn't a train goes ...
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and ...
"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 ...
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care; But out of this ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie ...
Night is my sister, and how deep in love, How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore, There to be ...
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of ...
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,-and would ...
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