Edna St. Vincent Millay's Poetry, by popularity

• Hearing Your Words, And Not A Word Among Them

  Hearing your words, and not a word among them
  Tuned to my liking, on a salty day

  13 lines
• May The Fruit Never Be Plucked

  NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough
  And gathered into barrels.

  12 lines
• The Little Hill

  Oh, here the air is sweet and still,
  And soft's the grass to lie on;

  20 lines
• Sonnet: XLVI

  Even in the moment of our earliest kiss,
  When sighed the straitened bud into the flower,

  13 lines
• Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind

  Think not, not for a moment let your mind,
  Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought

  14 lines
• Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart

  Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
  I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,

  14 lines
• When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face

  When I too long have looked upon your face,
  Wherein for me a brightness unobscured

  14 lines
• The Concert

  No, I will go alone.
  I will come back when it's over.

  38 lines
• Sonnet XXVIII: From Fatal Interview

  When we are old and these rejoicing veins
  Are frosty channels to a muted stream,

  13 lines
• Pastoral

  If it were only still!—
  With far away the shrill

  19 lines
• Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song

  Into the golden vessel of great song
  Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast

  14 lines
• The Curse

  Oh, lay my ashes on the wind
  That blows across the sea.

  32 lines
• Underground System

  Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the
  world—it is thin.

  24 lines
• The True Encounter

  "Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
  At every sheep it spied,

  10 lines
• The Goose-Girl

  Spring rides no horses down the hill,
  But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.

  10 lines
• Sonnet: VII: From Fatal Interview

  Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
  How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,

  13 lines
• Memorial To D.C.

  (Vassar College, 1918)
  O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,

  5 lines
• The Plaid Dress

  Strong sun, that bleach
  The curtains of my room, can you not render

  16 lines
• Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter

  Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
  We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,

  14 lines
• The Bean-Stalk

  Ho, Giant!      This is I!
  I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!

  49 lines
• My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend

  My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,
  The pallid hare that runs before the day

  14 lines
• The Fledgling

  So, art thou feahered, art thou flown,
  Thou naked thing?—and canst alone

  14 lines
• The Poet And His Book

  Down, you mongrel, Death!
  Back into your kennel!

  133 lines
• Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!

  I know I might have lived in such a way
  As to have suffered only pain:

  20 lines
• Lines Written In Recapitulation

  I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beast
  In charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ear, not in the least

  18 lines
• Souvenir

  Just a rainy day or two
  In a windy tower,

  16 lines
• The Blue Flag In The Bog

  God had called us, and we came;
  Our loved Earth to ashes left;

  219 lines
• From: A Few Figs From Thistles

  Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
  Faithless am I am save to love's self alone.

  13 lines
• Make Bright The Arrows

  Make bright the arrows
  Gather the shields:

  12 lines
• Mist In The Valley

  These hills, to hurt me more,
  That am hurt already enough,—

  24 lines

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