Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright.
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Euclid Alone

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting li...

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The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there

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Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

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Second Fig

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:  Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date
The lyrical form of this poem is aa

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To Those Without Pity

Cruel of heart, lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have done me wrong,
Not for you was the pen bitten,
And the mind wrung, and the song written

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If I Should Learn In Some Quite Casual Way

If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again— Read from the back-page of a paper, say, Held by a neighbor in a subway train, How at the corner of this avenue And such a street (so are the papers filled) A hu...

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Recuerdo

We were very tired, we were very merry — We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable — But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on the hill-top underneath the moon; ...

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Travel

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking
All night there isn't a train goes by,

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Bluebeard Sonnet VI

This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are betrayed… Here is no treasure hid, No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain For greed like yours, no writhi...

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Gazing Upon Him Now Severe And Dead

Gazing upon him now, severe and dead, It seemed a curious thing that she had lain Beside him many a night in that cold bed, And that had been which would not be again
From his desirous body the great heat Was gone at last, it seemed, and the ...

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I Shall Forget You Presently My Dear

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,

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Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through
Suffer me to take your hand
Death comes in a day or two
All the things we ever knew Will be ashes in that hour:

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Sorrow

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart
People twist and scream in pain, — Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start
People dress and go to town; I sit in my chair
All my thought...

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Feast

I drank at every vine
The last was like the first
I came upon no wine      So wonderful as thirst
I gnawed at every root

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Wild Swans

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over
And what did I see I had not seen before
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying

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Indifference

I said,—for Love was laggard,
O,
Love was slow to come,—   "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;
But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some   As would let him in—and take him in with tears

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