Edna St. Vincent Millay
Born in February 22, 1892 / Died in October 19, 1950 / United States / English
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart
... Else will you seek, at some not distant time, ...
The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver
... Makes your mother's blood crawl,"Little skinny shoulder-blades ...
Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry
... Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy, ...
Dirge Without Music
... approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the ...
Sonnet 06: Bluebeard
... For greed like yours, no writhings of distress ...
Recuerdo
... We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head, ...
Autumn Daybreak
... Jostling the doors, and tearing through ...
Grown-up
... Was it for this I uttered prayers,And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,That now, domestic as a plate,I should retire at half-past eight? ...
The Suicide
... I shall but come into mine own again!"Thus I to Life, and ceased, and spake no more, ...
Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know
... Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, ...
Conscientious Objector
... business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning ...
Burial
... And have for a grave, instead of a grave ...
City Trees
... I watch you when the wind has come, ...
Ode To Silence
... Shall lie till age has withered them! (Ah, sweetly from the rest ...
Elegy Before Death
... Oh, there will pass with your great passing ...
