Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the
Would smile at me and call
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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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My candle burns at both ends;    It will not last the night;   But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —    It gives a lovely light
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Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,— Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous pollen blown,
And odors rank, unbreathable, From dark corollas thrown
At dawn from my damp garden I shook the chilly dew;
Th...
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The trees along this city street Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes
And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would hear such music as is made Upon a ...
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Listen, children: Your father is dead
From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants
There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan sh...
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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 dear perso...
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