Edna St. Vincent Millay
Born in February 22, 1892 / Died in October 19, 1950 / United States / English
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love, Though For This You Riddle Me With Darts
... Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie ...
Love Is Not Blind. I See With Single Eye
... For beauty. Learned from earliest youth am I ...
As Men Have Loved Their Lovers In Times Past
... And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace, ...
Sonnet XXVIII: From Fatal Interview
... When morning strikes her spear upon the land, ...
Sonnet: What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
... What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, ...
Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
... Shuddering quiet, the desperate hot palms pressed ...
Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This
... And the night pass, and the strange morning break ...
Not In This Chamber
... To-day, when the world's fire has burned so low ...
May The Fruit Never Be Plucked
... Though the ripe fruit splash in the grass or wrinkle on the tree, ...
Sonnets (1923)
... but the rain4.4Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh4 ...
