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Gratis
Edna St.Vincent Millay

Renascence and Other Poems

  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Child of all mothers, native of the earth.

    So is no warmth for me at any fire
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    You go no more on your exultant feet
    Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
    Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
    Of a bird's wings too high in air to view
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
    Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
    I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
    The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
    And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
    But last year's bitter loving must remain
    Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

    There are a hundred places where I fear
    To go,—so with his memory they brim!
    And entering with relief some quiet place
    Where never fell his foot or shone his face
    I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
    And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    She used to watch the swallows
    Go down across the sky,
    And turn from the window
    With a little sharp sigh.
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    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 colored 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.
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    The first rose on my rose-tree
    Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
    During sad days when to me
    Nothing mattered.

    Grief of grief has drained me clean;
    Still it seems a pity
    No one saw,—it must have been
    Very pretty.
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Am I kin to Sorrow?
    Are we kin?
    That so oft upon my door—
    *Oh, come in*!
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
    Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!
    But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
    Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!

    Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
    This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
    But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,—
    There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

    Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbors knock and borrow,
    And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—
    And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Lord, I do fear
    Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
    My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
    No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
  • Enya Almanzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    birds now flying fearless
    Across would drop in terror to the earth
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