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! ...
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
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)
When will you learn, myself, to bea dying leaf on a living tree?Budding, swelling, growing strong,Wearing green, but not for ...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled CrownI bit my fingers and was hard to please,Having shook disaster till the fruit ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky! - Life is a quest and love ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veinsAre frosty channels to a muted stream,And out of all our burning their ...
I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,— "I'll hear his step and know his step ...
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!- Life is a quest and love a ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I said,-for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,- "I'll hear his step and know his step when ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our ...
AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown I bit my fingers and was hard to please, Having shook disaster till ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
"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 ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...
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