Love poems

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Ebb

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool

Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Cherish you then the hope I shall forget
At length, my lord, Pieria?put away
For your so passing sake, this mouth of clay
These mortal bones against my body set,

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.

Mist In The Valley

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

These hills, to hurt me more,
That am hurt already enough,
Having left the sea behind,
Having turned suddenly and left the shore
That I had loved beyond all words, even a song's words, to
convey,

Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

IIIOH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I save to love's self alone.
Were you not lovely I would leave you now:
After the feet of beauty fly my own.

Blight

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poisonous pollen blown,
And odors rank, unbreathable,
From dark corollas thrown!

Dirge

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Boys and girls that held her dear,
Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here.

Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Think not, not for a moment let your mind,
Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought
That the work's done and the long day behind,
And beauty, since 'tis paid for, can be bought.

Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

No rose that in a garden ever grew,
In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine,
Though buried under centuries of fine
Dead dust of roses, shut from sun and dew

Menses

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)
Think not I have not heard.
Well-fanged the double word
And well-directed flew.

Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

XLII, 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 certain zest

Thursday

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

AND if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday
So much is true.

The Fawn

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here
Till I return," so spotty and plain to see
On the green moss lay he.
His eyes had opened; he considered me.

Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Not even my pride shall suffer much;
Not even my pride at all, maybe,
If this ill-timed, intemperate clutch
Be loosed by you and not by me,

The Goose-Girl

Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.
And all the loveliest things there be
Come simply, so, it seems to me.

Eel-Grass

No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;

Ashes Of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will,and would that night were
here!
But ah!to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again!with twilight near!

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.

Two Sonnets In Memory

(Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti)
Executed August 23, 1927

I

The Philosopher

And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?