Poems begining by S
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Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after
The launching of the colored moths of Love.
She is Overheard Singing
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
OH, Prue she has a patient man,
And Joan a gentle lover,
And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,
But my true love's a rover!
Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
So is no warmth for me at any fire
To-day, when the world's fire has burned so low;
I kneel, spending my breath in vain desire,
At that cold hearth which one time roared so strong,
And straighten back in weariness, and long
To gather up my little gods and go.
Scrub
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
If I grow bitterly,
Like a gnarled and stunted tree,
Bearing harshly of my youth
Puckered fruit that sears the mouth;
Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
You go no more on your exultant feet
Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,
But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair,and the long year remembers you.
Song Of A Second April
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.
Sonnets 01: We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you are,but well enough we know
How thick about us root, how rankly grow
Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend,
Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Of cold sweet water bubbling underground,
A treacherous messenger, the thought of you
Souvenir
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you
Saving half an hour.
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,
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
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
Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
In me no lenten wicks watch out the night;
I am the booth where Folly holds her fair;
Impious no less in ruin than in strength,
When I lie crumbled to the earth at length,
Let you not say, "Upon this reverend site
The righteous groaned and beat their breasts in prayer."
Second Fig
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:
How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,
More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss,
And make you old, and leave me in my prime?
Sonnet 05: 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,
Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
Sorrow
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,No
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drinkand livewhat has destroyed some men.
