Poésies de Edna St. Vincent Millay

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  • A Visit To The Asylum

    Once from a big, big building,
    When I was small, small,
    The queer folk in the windows
    Would smile at me and call.

  • 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

  • Alms

    My heart is what it was before,
    A house where people come and go;
    But it is winter with your love,

  • An Ancient Gesture

    I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:
    Penelope did this too.

  • And do you think that love itself

    And do you think that love itself,
    Living in such an ugly house,
    Can prosper long?
    We meet and part;

  • And you as well must die, belovèd dust

    And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
    And all your beauty stand you in no stead;

  • Apostrophe To Man

    (On reflecting that the world
    is ready to go to war again)
    Detestable race, continue to expunge yourself, die out.

  • Ashes Of Life

    Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
    Eat I must, and sleep I will, and would that night were

  • Assault

    I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
    After a year of silence, else I think
    I should not so have ventured forth alone

  • Autumn Daybreak

    Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
    At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
    Jostling the doors, and tearingthrough


  • Being Young And Green

    Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
    Never in the world will I to living wight
    Give over, air my mind
    To anyone,

  • Blight

    Hard seeds of hate I planted
    That should by now be grown,
    Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
    A poisonous pollen blown,

  • Bluebeard

    This door you might not open, and you did;
    So enter now, and see for what slight thing

  • Burial

    Mine is a body that should die at sea!
    And have for a grave, instead of a grave
    Six feet deep and the length of me,


  • Chorus

    Give away her gowns,
    Give away her shoes;
    She has no more use
    For her fragrant gowns;
    Take them all down,
    Blue, green, blue,

  • City Trees

    The trees along this city street,
    Save for the traffic and the trains,
    Would make a sound as thin and sweet

  • Conscientious Objector

    I shall die, but
    that is all that I shall do for Death.
    I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;

  • Counting-Out Rhyme

    Silver bark of beech, and sallow
    Bark of yellow birch and yellow
    Twig of willow.
    Stripe of green in moosewood maple,


  • Daphne

    Why do you follow me?
    Any moment I can be
    Nothing but a laurel-tree.
    Any moment of the chase
    I can leave you in my place

  • Departure

    It's little I care what path I take,
    And where it leads it's little I care;
    But out of this house, lest my heart break,

  • Dirge

    Boys and girls that held her dear,
    Do your weeping now;
    All you loved of her lies here.
    Brought to earth the arrogant brow,

  • Dirge Without Music

    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

  • Doubt No More That Oberon

    Doubt no more that Oberon
    Never doubt that Pan
    Lived, and played a reed, and ran
    After nymphs in a dark forest,


  • Ebb

    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,

  • Eel-Grass

    No matter what I say,
    All that I really love
    Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
    And the eel-grass in the cove;

  • Elegy

    Let them bury your big eyes
    In the secret earth securely,
    Your thin fingers, and your fair,
    Soft, indefinite-colored hair,

  • Elegy Before Death

    There will be rose and rhododendron
    When you are dead and under ground;
    Still will be heard from white syringas

  • Epitaph

    Heap not on this mound
    Roses that she loved so well:
    Why bewilder her with roses,
    That she cannot see or smell?

  • Euclid Alone

    Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
    Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,

  • Exiled

    Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
    This is the thing I find to be:
    That I am weary of words and people,


  • [Four Sonnets (1922)]

    Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
    And drag me at your chariot till I die, --

  • Feast

    I drank at every vine.
    The last was like the first.
    I came upon no wine
    So wonderful as thirst.
    I gnawed at every root.

  • First Fig

    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.

  • Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!

    I know I might have lived in such a way
    As to have suffered only pain:
    Loving not man nor dog;
    Not money, even; feeling


  • God's World

    O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
    Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
    Thy mists that roll and rise!

  • Grown-up

    Was it for this I uttered prayers,
    And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
    That now, domestic as a plate,




  • Journey

    Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
    And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
    Blow over me I am so tired, so tired

  • Justice Denied In Massachusetts

    Let us abandon then our gardens and go home
    And sit in the sitting-room


  • Kin To Sorrow

    Am I kin to Sorrow,
    That so oft
    Falls the knocker of my door
    Neither loud nor soft,
    But as long accustomed,


  • Lament

    Listen, children:
    Your father is dead.
    From his old coats
    I'll make you little jackets;
    I'll make you little trousers

  • Lines for a Grave-Stone

    Man alive, that mournst thy lot,
    Desiring what thou hast not got,
    Money, beauty, love, what not;
    Deeming it blesseder to be

  • 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

  • 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

  • Low-Tide

    These wet rocks where the tide has been,
    Barnacled white and weeded brown
    And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,


  • Make Bright The Arrows

    Make bright the arrows
    Gather the shields:
    Conquest narrows
    The peaceful fields.
    Stock well the quiver
    With arrows bright:

  • Mariposa

    Butterflies are white and blue
    In this field we wander through.
    Suffer me to take your hand.
    Death comes in a day or two.

  • Memorial To D.C.

    (Vassar College, 1918)
    O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,
    Where now no more the music is,

  • Menses

    (He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)
    Think not I have not heard.
    Well-fanged the double word

  • Midnight Oil

    Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife,
    Each day to half its length, my friend,
    The years that Time take off my life,

  • Mist In The Valley

    These hills, to hurt me more,
    That am hurt already enough,
    Having left the sea behind,

  • Modern Declaration

    I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having

  • My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend

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




  • Passer Mortuus Est

    Death devours all lovely things;
    Lesbia with her sparrow
    Shares the darkness, presently
    Every bed is narrow.

  • Pastoral

    If it were only still!
    With far away the shrill
    Crying of a cock;
    Or the shaken bell
    From a cow's throat

  • Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day

    Pity me not because the light of day
    At close of day no longer walks the sky;
    Pity me not for beauties passed away

  • Portrait By A Neighbour

    Before she has her floor swept
    Or her dishes done,
    Any day you'll find her
    A-sunning in the sun!
    It's long after midnight

  • Prayer To Persephone

    Be to her, Persephone,
    All the things I might not be:
    Take her head upon your knee.
    She that was so proud and wild,


  • Recuerdo

    We were very tired, we were very merry --
    We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry.

  • Rosemary

    For the sake of some things
    That be now no more
    I will strew rushes
    On my chamber-floor,
    I will plant bergamot



  • Tavern

    I'll keep a little tavern
    Below the high hill's crest,
    Wherein all grey-eyed people
    May set them down and rest.

  • The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

    "Son," said my mother,
    When I was knee-high,
    "you've need of clothes to cover you,
    and not a rag have I.

  • The Bean-Stalk

    Ho, Giant!This is I!
    I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!
    La, but it's lovely, up so high!

  • The Betrothal

    Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
    And love me if you like.
    I shall not hear the door shut
    Nor the knocker strike.

  • The Blue Flag in the Bog

    God had called us, and we came;
    Our loved Earth to ashes left;
    Heaven was a neighbor's house,
    Open flung to us, bereft.

  • The Blue-Flag In The Bog

    God had called us, and we came;
    Our loved Earth to ashes left;
    Heaven was a neighbor's house,
    Open to us, bereft.

  • The Concert

    No, I will go alone.
    I will come back when it's over.
    Yes, of course I love you.
    No, it will not be long.

  • The Curse

    Oh, lay my ashes on the wind
    That blows across the sea.
    And I shall meet a fisherman
    Out of Capri,
    And he will say, seeing me,

  • The Death Of Autumn

    When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
    And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind

  • The Dream

    Love, if I weep it will not matter,
    And if you laugh I shall not care;
    Foolish am I to think about it,

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  • Underground System

    Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the
    world it is thin.
    Moles are at work beneath us; they have tunneled the