Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Edna St. Vincent Millay Biography
Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet, playwright and feminist. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and was known for her activism and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.
Early Life
Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
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I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
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In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
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I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
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One of the poems iin which Millay is shattered and humiliated not by the loss of love but by the travesty of justice during the Sacco-Vanzetti trumped up trial. Both were executed - more for being Italian immigrants and anarchists..than for anything based on evidence. Compare to the infamous Dreyfuss Affair in France. The pernicious weeds have won, Millay's character thinks.
I guess my previous information was incorrect. This PH biography seems to imply she died from smoking; my understanding was that she fell down a flight of steps at her home and broke her neck.
Truly an awesome poet. I majored in poetry, and I can say for myself that this is a great poet.
This poem created a relaxing feel for me. I would give anything to be able to just lay under the sun on a hill.
Poem about the man I have ...but you should have seen the one who got away
I could not find the Edna St. Vincent Millay poem Titled Inspiration. It's about the view from Mt. Battie. near Camden Maine which is near where she lived.
looking for an antiwar poemabout not cooperating with death not leading his horse out of the stable.
I am trying to think of a poem about death. going by the children at play, cornice in the
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And I to lie with you, Melissa. On a bright sunshiny morning in the High Sierras or in an evening during the magic of an alpenglow..