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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Time Does Not Bring Relief

... And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane ...

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Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget

... —put away For your so passing sake, this mouth of clay ...

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We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend

... That flourish through neglect, and soon must send ...

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Hearing Your Words, And Not A Word Among Them

... When inland woods were pushed by winds that flung them ...

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Four Sonnets (1922)

... by and by I shall forget you, as I said, but now, ...

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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why

... What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, ...

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Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied

...   And entering with relief some quiet place  ...

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from Figs and Thistles: First Fig

... But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends&mdash ...

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I think I should have loved you presently

... And caught your hand against my cheek and breast ...

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Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth

...   And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, ...

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Sonnet: VII: From Fatal Interview

... Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near, ...

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Euclid Alone

... let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release ...

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Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter

... but I fear Though we should break our bodies in his flame, ...

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Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now

... When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread, ...

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Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew

... Once more I clasp,—and there is nothing there ...