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 ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
My heart is what it was before A house where people come and go, But it is winter with your ...
I cannot but rememberWhen the year grows old — October — November — How she disliked the cold! She used ...
April this year, not otherwiseThan April of a year ago,Is full of whispers, full of sighs,Of dazzling mud and dingy ...
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said. "What queer books she must have read!" (Love, by whom I was beguiled, Grant I may not bear a child.) "Little does she guess to-day What the world may be!" they say. (Snow, drift deep and cover Till the spring my murdered lover.)(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
No hawk hangs over in this air:The urgent snow is everywhere.The wing adroiter than a sailMust lean away from such ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
My heart is what it was before, A house where people come and go; But it is winter with your ...
No hawk hangs over in this air: The urgent snow is everywhere. The wing adroiter than a sail Must lean ...
I cannot but remember When the year grows old- October-November- How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the ...
April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling ...
Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world-it is thin. Moles are at work beneath us; ...
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