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"For this your mother sweated in the cold,
For this you bled upon the bitter tree:
A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold;
A paper wreath; a day at home for me." Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S. poet. "To Jesus on His Birthday," lines 1-4 (1928). |
"The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay herebut oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!" Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S. poet. "To the Not Impossible Him." |
"... there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going." Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S. poet. "Travel," lines 11-12 (1921). |
"My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing,
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going." Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S. poet. Travel (l. 9-12). . ;
pseud. "Nancy Boyd" Collected Poems [Edna St. Vincent Millay]. Norma Millay, ed. (1956) Harper and Row. |
"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; out the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight," Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S. poet. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed (l. 1-4). . ;
pseud. "Nancy Boyd" Collected Poems [Edna St. Vincent Millay]. Norma Millay, ed. (1956) Harper and Row. |
"I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more." Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S. poet. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed (l. 13-15). . ;
pseud. "Nancy Boyd" Collected Poems [Edna St. Vincent Millay]. Norma Millay, ed. (1956) Harper and Row. |
"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 (1892-1950), U.S. poet. Wild Swans (l. 5-8). . ;
pseud. "Nancy Boyd" Collected Poems [Edna St. Vincent Millay]. Norma Millay, ed. (1956) Harper and Row. |
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