written by Edna St. Vincent MillayI
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
II
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Tue 08.26.2008 at 01:42
I shall go back again to the bleak shore
And build a little shanty on the sand
In such a way that the extremest band
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Sun 08.03.2008 at 04:02
No rose that in a garden ever grew,
In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine,
Though buried under centuries of fine
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Sat 08.02.2008 at 09:15
Ho, Giant!This is I!
I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!
La, but it's lovely, up so high!
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Fri 08.01.2008 at 02:04
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Tue 07.22.2008 at 09:30
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Sat 07.05.2008 at 09:48
Down, you mongrel, Death!
Back into your kennel!
I have stolen breath
In a stalk of fennel!