Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape
Flood, fire, and demon — his adroit designs
Will strain to nothing in the strict confines
Of this sweet Order, where, in pious rape,
I hold his essence and amorphous shape,
Till he with Order mingles and combines.
Past are the hours, the years, of our duress,
His arrogance, our awful servitude:
I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood;
I shall not even force him to confess;
Or answer. I will only make him good.

Form: Italian Sonnet


Comments about I will put Chaos into fourteen lines by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • (7/11/2016 11:50:00 PM)


    He is nothing more or less
    Than something simple not yet understood.
    Intricacies in human nature aptly pointed out. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015



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