Sorrow (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — ...
For the sake of some things That be now no more I will strew rushes On my chamber-floor, I will ...
So, art thou feahered, art thou flown,Thou naked thing?—and canst aloneUpon the unsolid summer airSustain thyself, and prosper there?Shall no ...
Man alive, that mournst thy lot,Desiring what thou hast not got,Money, beauty, love, what not;Deeming it blesseder to beA rotted ...
I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,— "I'll hear his step and know his step ...
These wet rocks where the tide has been,Barnacled white and weeded brownAnd slimed beneath to a beautiful green,These wet rocks ...
No hawk hangs over in this air:The urgent snow is everywhere.The wing adroiter than a sailMust lean away from such ...
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a ...
If it were only still!—With far away the shrillCrying of a cock;Or the shaken bellFrom a cow's throatMoving through the ...
Silver bark of beech, and sallowBark of yellow birch and yellow Twig of willow.Stripe of green in moosewood maple,Colour seen in ...
Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in ...
The trees along this city street Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and ...
If I grow bitterly,Like a gnarled and stunted tree,Bearing harshly of my youthPuckered fruit that sears the mouth;If I make ...
Just a rainy day or twoIn a windy tower,That was all I had of you—Saving half an hour.Marred by greeting ...
Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door — Neither loud nor soft, But ...
II had forgotten how the frogs must soundAfter a year of silence, else I thinkI should not so have ventured ...
How shall I know, unless I goTo Cairo and Cathay,Whether or not this blessed spotIs blest in every way?Now it ...
Spring rides no horses down the hill,But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.And all the loveliest things there beCome simply, ...
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen ...
As I sat down by Saddle StreamTo bathe my dusty feet there,A boy was standing on the bridgeAny girl would ...
Still must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such ...
Wolf! cried my cunning heartAt every sheep it spied,And roused the countryside."Wolf! Wolf!" — and up would startGood neighbours, bringing ...
Mine is a body that should die at sea!And have for a grave, instead of a graveSix feet deep and ...
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I ...
Be to her, Persephone,All the things I might not be:Take her head upon your knee.She that was so proud and ...
If I were to walk this wayHand in hand with Grief,I should mark that maple-sprayComing into leaf.I should note how ...
Death devours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness, presentlyEvery bed is narrowUnremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And ...
Give away her gowns,Give away her shoes;She has no more useFor her fragrant gowns;Take them all down,Blue, green, blue,Lilac, pink, ...
Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:Never in the world will I to living wightGive over, air my ...
Make bright the arrowsGather the shields:Conquest narrowsThe peaceful fields. Stock well the quiverWith arrows bright:The bowman fearedNeed never fight. Make ...
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