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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Rockland / Maine / United States
Thursday, January 1, 2004

Bluebeard

Rating: 2.8
This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed... Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
But only what you see... Look yet again—
An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I kept
Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when you crept
Unto the threshold of this room to-night
That I must never more behold your face.
This now is yours. I seek another place.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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COMMENTS
Colleen Courtney 16 May 2014
Sunprincess you've pegged this write perfectly! Dawn, unfortunately Edna can't keep it up, she's been dead for over 60 years!
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Dawn Fuzan 13 May 2014
Edna This is a good poem, keep it up
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* Sunprincess * 29 January 2014
......could this losing the privacy of her sacred room be the same as losing the secrets of her innermost self...seems as if this is what happened she was truly VIOLATED and disgusted by this man named bluebeard...an unnerving and startling write...
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Kimberly R 09 February 2012
I love the tone of the ending of this poem. It has such a quiet disgust at the intrusion of one into a person's personal space that I cannot help but feel that it perfectly catches the moment.
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Janice Stromoski 10 October 2006
I discovered Edna early on in life and her poems have stayed with me as some of the most beautiful and well written. This poem in particular remains my favorite. For me, this poem is about that small part of yourself that is sacred and secret from the world. Just like Bluebeard, we would feel that the pinch of injustice is someone came along and stole that away. I hope you come to enjoy Edna as much as I do!
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Barb Pall 16 February 2006
This poem is so melancholy, so uterly unlike the BlueBeard you would expect. The subtle rhymes and the ending, so quiet, and nearly terrifying.
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