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”
Be good to the lad that loves you true
And the soul that was born to die for you
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
Edna St. Vincent Millay: I, Being born a Woman and Distressed (Sonnet XLI)
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a … Continue reading
