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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I Think I Should Have Loved You

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

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Spring

... It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,AprilComes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers ...

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Departure

... I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, ...

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God's World

... World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!Long have I known a glory in it all, ...

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Alms

... I cared for what he had to say,I stood and watched him out of sight: ...

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I Shall Forget You Presently

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

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Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart

... Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn, ...

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Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now)

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

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The Death Of Autumn

... When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, ...

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Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love

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

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Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended

... And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done ...

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Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day

... Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, ...

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Justice Denied In Massachusetts

... conquer; We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them ...

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Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No

... Than small white single poppies,—I can bear ...

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Witch-Wife

... And her voice is a string of coloured beads, ...