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Millay, Edna St. Vincent

Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay

April 30, 2011 by Every Writer

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

 

Tavern

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.

There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey’s end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.

Aye, ’tis a curious fancy?
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.

Filed Under: 1900s, Millay, Edna St. Vincent

Indifference by Edna St. Vincent Millay

March 29, 2011 by Every Writer

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892?1950)

Indifference

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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;
But I’ll never leave my pillow, though there be some
As would let him in and take him in with tears!” I said.
I lay,for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,
I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep;
And he found me at my window with my big cloak on,
All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!

Filed Under: 1900s, Millay, Edna St. Vincent

The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay

February 22, 2011 by Every Writer

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892?1950)

The Dream

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose, it screeched!
Swung in the wind, and no wind blowing!
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter,
Ah, it is good to feel you there!

Filed Under: 1900s, Millay, Edna St. Vincent, Moon Poem

Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay

January 27, 2011 by Every Writer

 

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) by Carl Vonvechten

Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

Filed Under: 1900s, Millay, Edna St. Vincent, Summer Poems

Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay

September 30, 2010 by Every Writer

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892?1950)

Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
?

She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ’tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
?

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

Filed Under: 1900s, Millay, Edna St. Vincent

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