Bluebeard (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
This door you might not open, and you did;So enter now, and see for what slight thingYou are betrayed... Here ...
This door you might not open, and you did;So enter now, and see for what slight thingYou are betrayed... Here ...
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 ...
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, ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me—I ...
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of ...
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,— Rough stalks, and from thick stamens ...
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing ...
Not in this chamber only at my birth— When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You ...
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 ...
As men have loved their lovers in times pastAnd sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,So have we loved ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky! - Life is a quest and love ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun!It's long ...
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has ...
These wet rocks where the tide has been,Barnacled white and weeded brownAnd slimed beneath to a beautiful green,These wet rocks ...
No matter what I say,All that I really loveIs the rain that flattens on the bay,And the eel-grass in the ...
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,- Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
Not in this chamber only at my birth- When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the ...
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