Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie ...
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 ...
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget At length, my lord, Pieria?-put away For your so passing sake, this ...
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends- ...
Not in this chamber only at my birth- When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the ...
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn't a train goes ...
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, And love me if you like. I shall not hear the door ...
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
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