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If Truth in Hearts That Perish

© Alfred Edward Housman

If truth in hearts that perish
Could move the powers on high,
I think the love I bear you
Should make you not to die.

Into My Heart an Air that Kills

© Alfred Edward Housman

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

Is My Team Ploughing

© Alfred Edward Housman

"Is my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?"

Impossible To Tell

© Robert Pinsky

Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,

If Still Your Orchards Bear

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Brother, that breathe the August air
Ten thousand years from now,
And smellif still your orchards bear
Tart apples on the bough

Indifference

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I said,for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,
"I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in
bed;
But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some

I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue
Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile,
Are dear to men, whom count me not among,
That owe their daily credit to her smile;

Archaic, or obsolescent at the least,
Be thy grave speaking and the careful words of thy clear song,
For the time wrongs us, and the words most common to our speech today
Salute and welcome to the feast
Conspicuous Evil or against him all day long
Cry out, telling of ugly deeds and most uncommon wrong.

Intention To Escape From Him

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial
Purposes, work hard at that.
I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird, not only in
America but wherever they sing.

I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields,
In converse with sweet women long since dead;
And out of blossoms which that meadow yields
I wove a garland for your living head.

Inland

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

People that build their houses inland,
People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a house, and build a house there,
Far from the sea-board, far from the sound

Interim

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

The room is full of you!As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!

If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

IF I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,

I Shall Forget You Presently

IVI SHALL forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,

I Think I Should Have Loved You

III THINK I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.

I Am Going to Sleep

Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
prepare the earthly sheets for me
and the down quilt of weeded moss.

I Hardly Remember

I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you
floats in some remote current of my blood.
I carry you in my depths, trapped in the sludge
like one of those corpses the sea refuses to give up.