Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Witch-Wife - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

Comments about Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Igor Ursenco (1/3/2016 5:21:00 AM)

    A marvelous actual poem (Report) Reply

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  • (5/17/2014 4:37:00 PM)

    Ah the woman who will never wholly belong to one man! Now I know why I've so often been called a witch! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

    (4/15/2015 10:28:00 AM)

    this poem is epic... she express her thoughts for her lover which is a female.. whom she refers to as witch-wife! tsk tsk tsk! i know the feeling

  • (2/9/2012 11:24:00 PM)

    I love this one. It is, to me, a poem from a man's point expressing the knowledge that a woman may resign to his ways, and be a good wife, but she is too much herself inwardly to ever belong to him or anyone else. She is, through and through, herself. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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