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Edna St. Vincent Millay
February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | Afternoon On A Hill | I will be the gladdest thing | | 12 | 461 | | 2: | Alms | My heart is what it was before, | | 28 | 386 | | 3: | Ashes Of Life | Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; | | 12 | 456 | | 4: | Assault | I had forgotten how the frogs must sound | | 9 | 401 | | 5: | Blight | Hard seeds of hate I planted | | 30 | 363 | | 6: | Burial | Mine is a body that should die at sea! | | 8 | 365 | | 7: | City Trees | The trees along this city street, | | 12 | 430 | | 8: | Daphne | Why do you follow me? | | 9 | 400 | | 9: | Dirge | Boys and girls that held her dear, | | 12 | 307 | | 10: | Doubt No More That Oberon | Doubt no more that Oberon | | 16 | 311 | | 11: | Ebb | I know what my heart is like | | 7 | 445 | | 12: | Eel-Grass | No matter what I say, | | | 367 | | 13: | Elaine | OH, come again to Astolat! | | 20 | 322 | | 14: | Elegy | Let them bury your big eyes | | 38 | 370 | | 15: | Elegy Before Death | There will be rose and rhododendron | | 20 | 395 | | 16: | Epitaph | Heap not on this mound | | 6 | 375 | | 17: | Exiled | Searching my heart for its true sorrow, | | 36 | 418 | | 18: | First Fig | My candle burns at both ends; | | 4 | 399 | | 19: | God's World | O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! | | 14 | 375 | | 20: | Grown-up | Was it for this I uttered prayers, | | | 381 | | 21: | Indifference | I said,--for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, | | 8 | 344 | | 22: | Inland | People that build their houses inland, | | 16 | 323 | | 23: | Interim | The room is full of you!--As I came in | | 211 | 381 | | 24: | Journey | Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass | | 33 | 409 | | 25: | Kin To Sorrow | Am I kin to Sorrow, | | 16 | 382 | | 26: | Lament | Listen, children: | | 22 | 377 | | 27: | Low-Tide | These wet rocks where the tide has been, | | 12 | 398 | | 28: | Macdougal Street | As I went walking up and down to take the evening air, | | 20 | 415 | | 29: | Mariposa | Butterflies are white and blue | | 13 | 371 | | 30: | Memorial To D. C. | Oh, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, | | 4 | 375 | | 31: | Midnight Oil | Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, | | 4 | 407 | | 32: | Ode To Silence | Aye, but she? | | 199 | 441 | | 33: | Passer Mortuus Est | Death devours all lovely things; | | 12 | 376 | | 34: | Pastoral | If it were only still! | | 19 | 358 | | 35: | Portrait by a Neighbor | Before she has her floor swept | | 20 | 342 | | 36: | Prayer To Persephone | Be to her, Persephone, | | 24 | 332 | | 37: | Recuerdo | We were very tired, we were very merry | | 18 | 404 | | 38: | Renascence | All I could see from where I stood | | 214 | 432 | | 39: | Rosemary | For the sake of some things | | 18 | 329 | | 40: | Second Fig | Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: | | 2 | 411 | | 41: | She Is Overheard Singing | Oh, Prue she has a patient man, | | 40 | 363 | | 42: | Song Of A Second April | April this year, not otherwise | | 18 | 390 | | 43: | Songs Of Shattering I | The first rose on my rose-tree | | 8 | 368 | | 44: | Songs Of Shattering II | Let the little birds sing; | | 12 | 377 | | 45: | Songs Of Shattering III | All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! | | 8 | 362 | | 46: | Sonnet I | Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no, | | 14 | 352 | | 47: | Sonnet I | Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, | | 14 | 399 | | 48: | Sonnet II | Time does not bring relief; you all have lied | | 14 | 417 | | 49: | Sonnet II | I think I should have loved you presently, | | 14 | 336 | | 50: | Sonnet III | Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, | | 14 | 346 | | 51: | Sonnet III | Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! | | 14 | 351 | | 52: | Sonnet IV | Not in this chamber only at my birth | | 14 | 342 | | 53: | Sonnet IV | I shall forget you presently, my dear, | | 14 | 391 | | 54: | Sonnet V | If I should learn, in some quite casual way, | | 14 | 397 | | 55: | Sonnet VI Bluebeard | This door you might not open, and you did; | | 14 | 371 | | 56: | Sonnets I | We talk of taxes, and I call you friend; | | 14 | 306 | | 57: | Sonnets II | Into the golden vessel of great song | | 14 | 322 | | 58: | Sonnets III | Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter | | 14 | 328 | | 59: | Sonnets IV | Only until this cigarette is ended, | | 14 | 335 | | 60: | Sonnets IX | Let you not say of me when I am old, | | 14 | 408 | | 61: | Sonnets V | Once more into my arid days like dew, | | 14 | 322 | | 62: | Sonnets VI | No rose that in a garden ever grew, | | 14 | 364 | | 63: | Sonnets VII | When I too long have looked upon your face, | | 14 | 355 | | 64: | Sonnets VIII | And you as well must die, beloved dust, | | 14 | 402 | | 65: | Sonnets X | Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: | | 14 | 375 | | 66: | Sonnets XI | As to some lovely temple, tenantless | | 14 | 370 | | 67: | Sonnets XII | Cherish you then the hope I shall forget | | 14 | 390 | | 68: | Sorrow | Sorrow like a ceaseless rain | | 12 | 384 | | 69: | Spring | To what purpose, April, do you return again? | | 18 | 442 | | 70: | Tavern | I'll keep a little tavern | | 16 | 333 | | 71: | The Bean-Stalk | Ho, Giant! This is I! | | 49 | 315 | | 72: | The Blue-Flag In The Bog | God had called us, and we came; | | 172 | 311 | | 73: | The Death Of Autumn | When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, | | 11 | 375 | | 74: | The Dream | Love, if I weep it will not matter, | | 16 | 354 | | 75: | The Little Ghost | I knew her for a little ghost | | 28 | 411 | | 76: | The Little Hill | OH, here the air is sweet and still, | | 20 | 336 | | 77: | The Merry Maid | Oh, I am grown so free from care | | 14 | 348 | | 78: | The Penitent | I had a little Sorrow, | | 24 | 376 | | 79: | The Philosopher | And what are you that, wanting you | | 16 | 395 | | 80: | The Poet And His Book | Down, you mongrel, Death! | | 120 | 330 | | 81: | The Prisoner | All right, | | 5 | 406 | | 82: | The Shroud | Death, I say, my heart is bowed | | 16 | 310 | | 83: | The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge | What should I be but a prophet and a liar, | | 36 | 306 | | 84: | The Suicide | Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! | | 139 | 331 | | 85: | The Unexplorer | There was a road ran past our house | | 6 | 360 | | 86: | Thursday | And if I loved you Wednesday, | | 8 | 415 | | 87: | To A Poet That Died Young | Minstrel, what have you to do | | 28 | 348 | | 88: | To Kathleen | Still must the poet as of old, | | 8 | 360 | | 89: | To S. M. | I am not willing you should go | | 9 | 360 | | 90: | To the Not Impossible Him | How shall I know, unless I go | | 12 | 368 | | 91: | Travel | The railroad track is miles away, | | 12 | 409 | | 92: | Weeds | White with daisies and red with sorrel | | 16 | 372 | | 93: | When The Year Grows Old | I cannot but remember | | 16 | 405 | | 94: | Wild Swans | I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. | | 8 | 423 | | 95: | Witch-Wife | She is neither pink nor pale, | | 12 | 385 | | 96: | Wraith | Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, | | 26 | 324 |
About:
Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.
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