Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Indifference - Poem 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
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!

Comments about Indifference by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:00:00 AM)

    My interpretation: a woman who's finally fed up with the man carousing all night. Nicely written piece! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kathryn Hansen (11/27/2009 7:57:00 AM)

    I understand. There is no need to say more, she said it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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