Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Rockland / Maine / United States
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Exiled

Rating: 3.3
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;

Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of the big surf that breaks all day.
Always before about my dooryard,
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Skmarak 20 August 2018
Sentensewisesummery
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Hephzibah 04 August 2018
Please provide me a summary of this poem
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amivins 26 April 2021
God I hate people like this.
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Michael J. Metcalf 09 May 2018
I love this poem. This is a lifelong poem that I treasure.
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S Deka 28 March 2018
Heart touching poem
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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014
I relate to this wonderful poem so well! I also am a person with a great need to be near water, even if a little fast running brook! Great imagery this poem invokes in the reader!
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