Weeds (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!- Life is a quest and love a ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!- Life is a quest and love a ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
No matter what I say, All that I really love Is the rain that flattens on the bay, And the ...
These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, ...
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 ...
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