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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Edna St. Vincent Millay: “Parisian Dream” by Charles Baudelaire

And, proud of what my art had done,
I viewed my painting, knew the great
Intoxicating monotone
Of marble, water, steel and slate.

July 31, 2020 · Leave a comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: 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.

May 29, 2020 · 2 Comments

Edna St. Vincent Millay: The courage that my mother had

The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.

May 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Oh, sleep forever in the Latmian cave

Oh, sleep forever in the Latmian cave,
Mortal Endymion, darling of the Moon!

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Charlotte Mew: A Quoi Bon Dire

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV)

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Humoresque

“What queer books she must have read!”

February 29, 2020 · Leave a comment

Vox Populi: An Interview With Our Editor

On Friday, we caught up with poet, blogger, editor and activist Michael Simms at his kitchen table where he was preparing his Saturday morning post for Vox Populi.

February 22, 2020 · 22 Comments

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…

January 3, 2020 · 1 Comment

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?

June 14, 2019 · 1 Comment

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

May 10, 2019 · 1 Comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Spring

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.

April 5, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

January 4, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

October 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

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