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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. Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!(The end)Edna St Vincent... Poems - Post by : Jimntac - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1832

Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget

Cherish you then the hope I shall forget At length, my lord, Pieria?--put away For your so passing sake, this mouth of clay These mortal bones against my body set, For all the puny fever and frail sweat Of human love,--renounce for these, I say, The Singing Mountain's memory, and betray The silent lyre that hangs upon me yet? Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake,... Poems - Post by : tonyzink - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2885

As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless

As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass Grown up between the stones, yet from excess Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness, The worshiper returns, and those who pass Marvel him crying on a name that was,-- So is it now with me in my distress. Your body was a temple to Delight;... Poems - Post by : mthorne - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2464

Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This

Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, And make you old, and leave me in my prime? How you and I, who scale together yet A little while the sweet, immortal height No pilgrim may remember or forget, As sure as the world turns, some granite night Shall lie awake... Poems - Post by : kippstips - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1437

Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old

Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I am, and how the sands Of such a life as mine run red and gold Even to the ultimate sifting dust, "Behold, Here walketh passionless age!"--for there expands A curious superstition in these lands, And by its leave some weightless tales are told. In me no lenten wicks watch... Poems - Post by : sportbiketires - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1727

And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust

And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust Of Death, or under his autumnal frost, Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead Than the first leaf that fell,--this wonder fled. Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost. Nor shall my love avail you in your... Poems - Post by : amurdoch - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1974

When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face

When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room... Poems - Post by : katstat - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1452

No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew

No rose that in a garden ever grew, In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine, Though buried under centuries of fine Dead dust of roses, shut from sun and dew Forever, and forever lost from view, But must again in fragrance rich as wine The grey aisles of the air incarnadine When the old summers surge into a new. Thus when I swear, "I love with all my... Poems - Post by : jenny1005 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2530

Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew

Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger, the thought of you Comes to destroy me; once more I renew Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found Long since to be but just one other mound Of sand on no green thing ever grew. And once again, and wiser in no... Poems - Post by : Brad_Pollina - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2556

Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended

Only until this cigarette is ended, A little moment at the end of all, While on the floor the quiet ashes fall, And in the firelight to a lance extended, Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended, The broken shadow dances on the wall, I will permit my memory to recall The vision of you, by all my dreams attended. And then adieu,--farewell!--the dream is done.... Poems - Post by : Charlie_Pilgrim - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2800

Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter

Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove, Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after The launching of the colored moths of Love. Love's proper myrtle and his mother's zone We bound about our irreligious brows, And fettered him with garlands of our own, And spread a banquet in his frugal house. Not yet the god has spoken; but I fear... Poems - Post by : ilmondo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2697

Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song

Into the golden vessel of great song Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast Let other lovers lie, in love and rest; Not we,--articulate, so, but with the tongue Of all the world: the churning blood, the long Shuddering quiet, the desperate hot palms pressed Sharply together upon the escaping guest, The common soul, unguarded, and grown strong. Longing alone is singer to the lute;... Poems - Post by : darkhorse4 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2617

We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend

We talk of taxes, and I call you friend; Well, such you are,--but well enough we know How thick about us root, how rankly grow Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend, That flourish through neglect, and soon must send Perfume too sweet upon us and overthrow Our steady senses; how such matters go We are aware, and how such matters end. Yet shall be told no... Poems - Post by : Leadmaster - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2299

Prayer To Persephone

Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell,--Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful... Poems - Post by : LissaJ - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2710

Memorial To D. C.

(VASSAR COLLEGE, 1918) Oh, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that wrote you little notes I write you little elegies!(The end)Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: Memorial To D. C... Poems - Post by : Makers_Mark - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 3545

Ode To Silence

Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her? Clio, not you, Not you, Calliope, Nor all your wanton line, Not Beauty's perfect self shall comfort me For Silence once departed, For her the cool-tongued,... Poems - Post by : brandon246135 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 3587

Exiled

Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea; Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness Of the strong wind and shattered spray; Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound Of the big surf that breaks all day. Always before about... Poems - Post by : dlisenba - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1171

Doubt No More That Oberon

Doubt no more that Oberon-- Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a dark forest, In the merry, credulous days,-- Lived, and led a fairy band Over the indulgent land! Ah, for in this dourest, sorest Age man's eye has looked upon, Death to fauns and death to fays, Still the dog-wood dares to... Poems - Post by : alderson_mark - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 2978

The Little Hill

OH, here the air is sweet and still, And soft's the grass to lie on; And far away's the little hill They took for Christ to die on. And there's a hill across the brook, And down the brook's another; But, oh, the little hill they took,-- I think I am its mother! The moon that saw Gethsemane,... Poems - Post by : Gerry_Humphrey - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 625

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, Mark the transient butterfly, How he hangs upon the flower. Suffer me to take your hand. Suffer me to cherish you Till the dawn is... Poems - Post by : moneyman1234 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Edna St Vincent Millay - Read : 1396

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