My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light! Edna… Read more “First Fig”
Category: Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love Is Not All
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink… Read more “Love Is Not All”
Travel
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its… Read more “Travel”
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why (Sonnet XLIII)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is… Read more “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why (Sonnet XLIII)”
The Spring and the Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The trees were black where the bark was… Read more “The Spring and the Fall”
Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With… Read more “Afternoon on a Hill”
Tavern
I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs… Read more “Tavern”
Sorrow
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain,— Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane,… Read more “Sorrow”
Three Songs of Shattering
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still… Read more “Three Songs of Shattering”
