Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
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 ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
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 ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care; But ...
My heart is what it was before A house where people come and go, But it is winter with your ...
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers ...
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;Well, such you are,-but well enough we knowHow thick about us root, ...
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
"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 ...
My heart is what it was before, A house where people come and go; But it is winter with your ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend; Well, such you are,-but well enough we know How thick about ...
Not in this chamber only at my birth- When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
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