written by Edna St. Vincent MillayI looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more:
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Sun 05.22.2011 at 00:22
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Tue 05.03.2011 at 05:37
Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness, presently
Every bed is narrow.
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Sun 05.01.2011 at 01:15
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearingthrough
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Sat 04.23.2011 at 19:59
Aye, but she?
Your other sister and my other soul
Grave Silence, lovelier
Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her?
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Tue 03.22.2011 at 05:49
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having
wavered
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, published on Thu 03.17.2011 at 20:08
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,