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Edna St. Vincent Millay's Poetry, by written

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  • 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
  • I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear
    I shall forget you presently, my dear,
    So make the most of this, your little day,
    14 lines
  • Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow
    Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
    Faithless am I save to love's self alone.
    14 lines
  • I Think I Should Have Loved You Presently
    I think I should have loved you presently,
    And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
    14 lines
  • Love, Though For This You Riddle Me With Darts
    Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
    And drag me at your chariot till I die,--
    14 lines
  • The Betrothal
    Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
    And love me if you lik
    22 lines, 2 comments
  • Sonnet XXVIII: From Fatal Interview
    When we are old and these rejoicing veins
    Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
    13 lines
  • Indifference
    I said,--for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,--
    "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • The Dream
    Love, if I weep it will not matter,
    And if you laugh I shall not care;
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Dirge Without Music
    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
    So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time ou
    18 lines
  • The Unexplorer
    There was a road ran past our house
    Too lovely to explore.
    6 lines
  • Inland
    People that build their houses inland,
    People that buy a plot of ground
    16 lines
  • The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver
    “Son,” said my mother,
    When I was knee-high,
    154 lines
  • Euclid Alone
    Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
    Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • Lines For A Grave-Stone
    Man alive, that mournst thy lot,
    Desiring what thou hast not got,
    18 lines
  • To A Young Poet
    Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.
    Bird and wing together
    6 lines, 1 comment
  • I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed
    I, being born a woman and distressed
    By all the needs and notions of my kind,
    13 lines
  • Interim
    The room is full of you!--As I came in
    And closed the door behind me, all at once
    211 lines, 1 comment
  • The Shroud
    Death, I say, my heart is bowed
    Unto thine,--O mother!
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • This Door You Might Not Open
    This door you might not open, and you did;
      So enter now, and see for what slight thing
    13 lines
  • Counting-Out Rhyme
    Silver bark of beech, and sallow
    Bark of yellow birch and yellow
    12 lines, 2 comments
  • A Visit To The Asylum
    Once from a big, big building,
    When I was small, small,
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • Assault
    I
    I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
    11 lines
  • Elegy Before Death
    There will be rose and rhododendron
    When you are dead and under ground;
    20 lines
  • I Shall Go Back
    I shall go back again to the bleak shore
    And build a little shanty on the sand
    14 lines
  • Invocation To The Muses
    Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New York, January 18th, 1941.<
    118 lines
  • Passer Mortuus Est
    Death devours all lovely things;
    Lesbia with her sparrow
    12 lines
  • Song Of A Second April
    April this year, not otherwise
    Than April of a year ago,
    19 lines
  • The Blue Flag In The Bog
    God had called us, and we came;
    Our loved Earth to ashes left;
    219 lines
  • The Leaf And The Tree
    When will you learn, myself, to be
    a dying leaf on a living tree?
    30 lines
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