Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue
Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile,
Are dear to men, whom count me not among,
That owe their daily credit to her smile;
Such have been succoured out of great distress
By her contriving, if accounts be true:
Their deference now above the board, I guess,
Dishcharges what beneath the board is due.
As for myself, I'd liefer lack her aid
Than eat her presence; let this building fall:
But let me never lift my latch, afraid
To hear her simpering accents in the hall,
Nor force an entrance past mephitic airs
Of stale patchoulie hanging on my stairs.


Comments about I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 9:35:00 AM)

    A great haunting last line in this poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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