Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay
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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 schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just before her birth. The family's house was "between the mountains and the sea where baskets of apples and drying herbs on the porch mingled their scents with those of... more »

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    I'm looking for a verse... guard your health...

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    Once upon a time I sat making verses while the cat...
    What poem/sonnet is that line from?

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    if you were to type in the first line of a poem in google most times it will find the poem for you. Or, and this is radical, find a library and ask for a 'collected works" of Edna Millay. It will have an index of titles and another of first lines. That's how you find a poem.

    oh, and " ancestors' only has one s in the middle.

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  • sadie (4/15/2019 10:15:00 AM)

    Edna st Vincent Millay is a killer. when she died she tripe on a dead body and she fell down the stairs. sucked to be her

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  • Erinn (3/25/2019 7:44:00 PM)

    I am trying to find the poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay that begins; " this book, when I am dead, will be a little perfume of me..:

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    my all time favorite poem - but dont know the tiitle OH WORLD I CAN NOT HOLD THEE CLOSE ENOUGH THY WINDS THY WIDE GRAY SKIES. Would love to have the complete poem.

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  • Erin Bernard (12/14/2018 8:50:00 AM)

    Is Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay a sonnet poem?

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Best Poem of Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Spring And The Fall

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.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.

In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.

Year be springing or year be falling, ...

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