Invocation To The Muses (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget At length, my lord, Pieria?-put away For your so passing sake, this ...
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As shining chestnuts ...
The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...
Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns, I remember how, heavy with sorrow, I climbed this hill to gaze ...
Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were ...
We were smoking some of this knockout weed when Operation Memory was announced. To his separate bed Each soldier went, ...
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes, Nor the rain make lamentation When the ...
Grief hath pacified her face; Even hope might share so still a place; Yet, on the silence of her heart, ...
When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone. That vanishing ...
Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary - Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly - born of the sea ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
April, and the last of the plum blossoms scatters on the black grass before dawn. The sycamore, the lime, the ...
My father and mother, two tiny figures, side by side, facing the clouds that move in from the Atlantic. August, ...
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?" "If you and I were ghosts in love We'd ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
Don't dwell on what might have been or the chances you have missed. Or the lonely nights that lie between ...
This is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use as I will. I ...
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes, ...
Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white, And soon down ladders of reflected light The sleepers climb in ...
I've seen death stare me in my own eyes The way many of you cannot know, I've seen death take ...
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position ...
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