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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Lines for a Grave

Man alive, that mournst thy lot,
Desiring what thou hast not got,
Money, beauty, love, what not;
 
Deeming it blesseder to be
A rotted man, than live to see
So rude a sky as covers thee;
 
Deeming thyself of all unblest
And wretched souls the wretchedest,
Longing to die and be at rest;
 
Know: that however grim the fate
Which sent thee forth to meditate
Upon my enviable state,
 
Here lieth one who would resign
Gladly his lot, to shoulder thine.
Give me thy coat; get into mine.

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Altre opere di Edna St. Vincent Millay...
The Blue

God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed,
Sonnets 11: as to Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless

As to some lovely temple, tenantle… Long since, that once was sweet wi… Knowing well its altars ruined and… Grown up between the stones, yet f… Of grief hard driven, or great lon…
If Still Your Orchards Bear

Brother, that breathe the August… Ten thousand years from now, And smell—if still your orchards b… Tart apples on the bough— The early windfall under the tree,
Oh, my Belovèd, Have You Thought of This

Oh, my belovèd, have you thought… How in the years to come unscrupul… More cruel than Death, will tear… And make you old, and leave me in… How you and I, who scale together…
Mist in the Valley

These hills, to hurt me more, That am hurt already enough,— Having left the sea behind, Having turned suddenly and left th… That I had loved beyond all words…
The Philosopher

And what are you that, wanting you… I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you…
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Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied

Time does not bring relief; you al… Who told me time would ease me of… I miss him in the weeping of the r… I want him at the shrinking of the… The old snows melt from every moun…
Chorus

Give away her gowns, Give away her shoes; She has no more use For her fragrant gowns; Take them all down,
Elegy Before Death

There will be rose and rhododendro… When you are dead and under ground… Still will be heard from white syr… Heavy with bees, a sunny sound; Still will the tamaracks be rainin…
To Kathleen

Still must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses… Such things as flowers and song an… Still as of old his being give
When the Year Grows Old

I cannot but remember    When the year grows old— October—November—    How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows
Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that… Give me back my book and take my k… Was it my enemy or my friend I he… “What a big book for such a little… Come, I will show you now my newe…
When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face

When I too long have looked upon… Wherein for me a brightness unobsc… Save by the mists of brightness ha… And terrible beauty not to be endu… I turn away reluctant from your li…
The Leaf and the Tree

When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, but not for long, Drawing sustenance from air,
Menses

(He speaks, but to himself, being… Think not I have not heard. Well-fanged the double word And well-directed flew. I felt it. Down my side



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