Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Sonnets (1923) - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

VIII8.
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
.
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
.
"What a big book for such a little head!"
.
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
.
And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
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Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
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I never again shall tell you what I think.
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I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
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You will not catch me reading any more:
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I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
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And some day when you knock and push the door,
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Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
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I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. IX9.
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
.
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
.
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
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Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
.
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
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Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
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Its friendly weathers down, far underneath
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Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
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That April should be shattered by a gust,
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That August should be levelled by a rain,
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I can endure, and that the lifted dust
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Of man should settle to the earth again;
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But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
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Between my ribs forever of hot pain. XVIII18.
I, being born a woman and distressed
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By all the needs and notions of my kind,
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Am urged by your propinquity to find
.
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
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To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
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So subtly is the fume of life designed,
.
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
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And leave me once again undone, possessed.
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Think not for this, however, the poor treason
.

Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
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I shall remember you with love, or season
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My scorn with pity, -- let me make it plain:
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I find this frenzy insufficient reason
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For conversation when we meet again. XIX19.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
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I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
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Under my head till morning; but the rain
.
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
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Upon the glass and listen for reply,
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And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
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For unremembered lads that not again
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Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
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Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
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Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
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Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
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I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
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I only know that summer sang in me
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A little while, that in me sings no more.


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