Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems on Sleep (27 Poems)

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    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 way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin … Continue reading

    Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not you, Calliope,Nor all your wanton line,Not Beauty’s perfect self shall comfort meFor Silence once departed,For her the cool-tongued, her the … Continue reading

    Interim (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!— Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed Each other room’s … Continue reading

    The Suicide (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That … Continue reading

    Eight Sonnets (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

            I   When you, that at this moment are to me  Dearer than words on paper, shall depart,  And be no more the warder of my heart,  Whereof again myself shall hold the key;  And be … Continue reading

    The Blue Flag In The Bog (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house,Open flung to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed,And ’twas God who walked ahead; Yet I wept along the road,Wanting my own … Continue reading

    Invocation To The Muses (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New York, January 18th, 1941. Great Muse, that from this hall absent for longHast never been, Great Muse of Song,Colossal Muse … Continue reading

    The Poet And His Book (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany a night, and you shall worryMany a bone, before you buryOne sweet bone of mine! When shall I be dead?When … Continue reading

    The Penitent (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

       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)

    The Leaf And The Tree (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)

    When will you learn, myself, to bea dying leaf on a living tree?Budding, swelling, growing strong,Wearing green, but not for long,Drawing sustenance from air,That other leaves, and you not there,May bud, and at the autumn’s callWearing russet, ready to fall?Has … Continue reading

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