Edna St. Vincent Millay image
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Born in February 22, 1892 / Died in October 19, 1950 / United States / English

Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Underground System

... All will be well, we say, it is a bit, like the rising of the ...

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Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless

... Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, ...

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Tavern

... There sound will sleep the traveller, ...

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The Fledgling

... And thou are feathered, thou art flown ...

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Bluebeard: Sonnet VI

...     So enter now, and see for what slight thing&emsp ...

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Humoresque

...   (Love,&emsp ...

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And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust

... Than the first leaf that fell,-this wonder fled ...

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Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow

... And all your charms more changeful than the tide, ...

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Sonnet: XLVI

... When sighed the straitened bud into the flower, ...

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Lines For A Grave-Stone

... And wretched souls the wretchedest, ...

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To A Young Poet

... Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird ...

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Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old

... The righteous groaned and beat their breasts in prayer ...

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From: A Few Figs From Thistles

... And all your charms more changeful than the tide, ...

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When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face

... Save by the mists of brightness has its place, ...

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Eight Sonnets

...   My branches weigh me down, frost cleans the air, ...