Edna St. Vincent Millay (22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)
Intention To Escape From Him
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial
Purposes, work hard at that.
I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird, not only in
America but wherever they sing.
(Shun meditation, though; invite the controversial:
Is the world flat? Do bats eat cats?) By digging hard I might
deflect that river, my mind, that uncontrollable thing,
Turgid and yellow, srong to overflow its banks in spring,
carrying away bridges
A bed of pebbles now, through which there trickles one clear
narrow stream, following a course henceforth nefast—
Dig, dig; and if I come to ledges, blast.
Edna St. Vincent Millay's Other Poems
- [Four Sonnets (1922)]
- A Visit To The Asylum
- Afternoon on a Hill
- An Ancient Gesture
- And do you think that love itself
- And you as well must die, belovèd dust
- Apostrophe To Man
- Ashes Of Life
- Autumn Daybreak
- Being Young And Green
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