Love poems

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Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
"What a big book for such a little head!"

The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.

Journey

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over meI am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,

Being Young And Green

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded

Renascence

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.

And do you think that love itself

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I KNOW, but I do not insist,
Having stealth and tact, thought not enough,
What hour your eye is on your wrist.

Well, I Have Lost You

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.

First Fig

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

Modern Declaration

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

That I shall love you always.
No matter what party is in power;
No matter what temporarily expedient combination of allied
interests wins the war;
Shall love you always.

Love Is Not All

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 sink and rise and sink again;

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII)

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 tonight, that tap and sigh

Death

© Emily Jane Brontë

Death! that struck when I was most confiding
In my certain faith of joy to be -
Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing
From the fresh root of Eternity!

The Invitation

DAMON.Haste! Sylvia! haste, my charming Maid!
Let's leave these fashionable toys;
Let's seek the shelter of some shade,
And revel in ne'er fading joys.

VERSES Occasioned by a Young Lady's asking the Author, What was a Cure for Love?

In vain the sages turn their volumes o'er,
And on the musty page incessant pore,
Still mighty Love triumphant rules the heart,
Baffles their labour, and eludes their art.

The First Death. (extracts)

Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000.VIIIFinal concept harbour which has
broken there where it crumpled our faces
there where ikons soaking and dissolving
scoured the rusty beds