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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Evidence (2019)
The Harp-Weaver
Poem-a-Day (2019) (2019)
Never May the Fruit Be Picked
Go Back Home (2013)
Tavern
Put Your Back N 2 It (2012)
Dirge
Songs and Sonnets to Ophelia (1999)
Women Have Loved Before
Not in a Silver Casket
Spring
I Will Breathe a Mountain: A Song Cycle from American Women Poets (1991)
Pity me not because the light of day
Songfest (1977)
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
Huntsman, What Quarry? (1938)
Not So Far as the Forest
Fatal Interview (1931)
Love me no more, now let the god depart (Sonnet XXXIX)
Second April and Other Poems (1921)
City Trees
The Blue-Flag In The Bog
Journey
Eel-Grass
Elegy Before Death
The Bean-Stalk
Weeds
Pastoral
Low-Tide
Song Of A Second April
Rosemary
The Poet And His Book
Alms
Inland
To A Poet That Died Young
Wraith
Elaine
Burial
Mariposa
The Little Hill
Doubt No More That Oberon
Lament
Exiled
The Death Of Autumn
Ode To Silence
Epitaph
Elegy
Dirge
Second April: Sonnets
A Few Figs from Thistles (1920)
Macdougal Street
The Singing-Woman from the Wood’s Edge
The Penitent
Portrait by a Neighbor
The Merry Maid
The Philosopher
Four Sonnets
Renascence and Other Poems (1912)
Renascence
Interim
Sorrow
Tavern
The Little Ghost
Kin to Sorrow
Three Songs of Shattering
The Shroud
The Dream
Indifference
Blight
When the Year Grows Old
Sonnets
Love is not all...
And you as well must die...
When we are old...
Quiet Songs
Christmas Carol (To Jesus on His Birthday)
Songs of Love and Parting
Time Does Not Bring Relief
Others
God’s World
Gone, gone again is summer
Huntsman, What Quarry?
I Shall Forget You Presently
Wild Swans
Winter Night
Juramidam - Live From Spotify London
Recuerdo
The Buck in the Snow
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
Wraith
Day or two
I Had A Little Sorrow
The Return From Town
Gone Again Is Summer the Lovely
Rain comes down
Isabella James (9th Symphony) or; Bookends (Part 2)
Ballad of the Harp Weaver
I, being born a woman and distressed (Sonnet XLI)
Afternoon on a Hill
An Ancient Gesture
And you as well must die, belovèd dust
Ashes of Life
Assault
Bluebeard (Sonnet VI)
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget
Conscientious Objector
Dirge Without Music
Dirge Without Music
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
From a Very Little Sphinx
God’s World
God’s World
Gone in Good Sooth You Are
Hearing your words and not a word among them (Sonnet XXXVI)
Heart, have no pity on this house of bone
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know
How healthily their feet upon the floor
I do but ask that you be always fair
I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)
I Must Not Die of Pity (Sonnet CXXXIX)
I only know that every hour with you
I pray you if you love me, bear my joy
I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet XI)
I shall go back again to the bleak shore
I think I should have loved you presently (Sonnet IX)
I Too Beneath Your Moon, Almighty Sex
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
If I should learn, in some quite casual way
Inert Perfection
Into the golden vessel of great song
Justice Denied In Massachusetts
Lethe
Love is not all (Sonnet XXX)
Love is not blind. I see with single eye
Loving you less than life, a little less
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring
Moriturus
Night Is My Sister, and How Deep in Love
Not in this chamber only at my birth
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
Oh Caesar, Great Wert Thou
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
Only until this cigarette is ended
Passer Mortuus Est
Pity me not
Recuerdo
Recuerdo
Recuerdo
Recuerdo
Remembering
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find
She Is Overheard Singing
Sometimes when I am wearied suddenly
Souvenir
Spring
Still will I harvest beauty where it grows
That Love at length should find me out and bring
The Buck in the Snow
The Fawn
The Harp Weaver
The light comes back with Columbine
The Spring and the Fall
The Suicide
This door you might not open, and you did
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no
Three Sonnets in Tetrameter
Thursday
Time Does Not Bring Relief
Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II)
To Jesus on His Birthday
To Mother
Travel
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)
What’s this of death, from you who never will die?
When Did I Ever Deny (Sonnet CXXIX)
When I too long have looked upon your face
When We Meet Again
When you, that at this moment are to me
Wild Swans
Witch-Wife
Your face is like a chamber where a king