Edna St. Vincent Millay: Dirge without Music
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind…
Edna St. Vincent Millay: The Betrothal
And why should I be cold, my lad,
And why should you repine,
Because I love a dark head
That never will be mine?
Edna St Vincent Millay: Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Modern Declaration
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through shyness in the houses of the rich or in the … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: 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 … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Weeds
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!— Life is a quest and love a quarrel— Here is a place for me to lie. Daisies … Continue reading
Louise Bogan: Words for Departure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet from rain in the night, Birds scattered and settled over … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: 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 … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: She Is Overheard Singing
Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,— But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as … Continue reading
A.E. Housman: “Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all’s over”
Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all’s over; I only vex you the more I try. All’s wrong that ever I’ve done or said, And nought to help it … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Love is not all
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: First Fig
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! . Edna St. Vincent Millay … Continue reading
