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 ...
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 ...
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)
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,This is the thing I find to be:That I am weary of words and ...
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of ...
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked; The wall is high—higher than most— ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You ...
Where can the heart be hidden in the groundAnd be at peace, and be at peace forever,Under the world, untroubled ...
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 ...
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has ...
Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door — Neither loud nor soft, But ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain,- Dawn will find them still ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
(Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of ...
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of ...
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked; The wall is high-higher than most- And the ...
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 ...
Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door-- Neither loud nor soft, But as ...
I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut ...
As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined ...
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