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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Intention To Escape From Him

... - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial ...

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Mariposa

... In this field we wander through ...

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The Goose-Girl

... And neighbours cold, and friends unsteady, ...

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When The Year Grows Old

... How she disliked the cold!She used to watch the swallows ...

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Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This

... — And the night pass, and the strange morning break ...

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The Curse

... That climbs about your door,And fishermen and farmers ...

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The Plaid Dress

... All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean ...

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Second Fig

... Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! ...

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Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much

... You do not dazzle me at all— Some love, and some simplicity, ...

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Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!

... one cocktail, betting two dollars, wearing raincoats in the ...

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The Fawn

... Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he ...

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Thursday

... I loved you Wednesday,­yes­but what ...

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Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old

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

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Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree

... Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, ...

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Feast

... With my thirst and my hunger ...