Best Edna Poems

Seductively symetrical in form and presence
She calls it Eve, I call it sepia political
Aroused motherhood of nation, a glamorous sense
Of identity, modern and yet mystical
Naked as a morning, smooth as silk dreams
She looks back, not histantly, nor curiously
Profiled the hidden breast, in streams
Of provocativeness, the...

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Poetess Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was different for the times they say
Her lyrical works opened thought ray
Touching my very mind,  heart this day

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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not choosy about person's sex when she played
Nor age of the person with whom she lay
However, her poetry brightens my day  

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“Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Women have loved before as I love now;
At least, in lively chronicles of the past-
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast
Much to their cost invaded-here and there,
Hunting the...

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What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of etiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
composed of and comprises, just a single cell
in her...

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...to Juvie


What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of aetiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell
in...

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I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining.
Rain does not usually kill people, I replied.
But lightning can, and thunder is scary.
Lightning has never hit me, I replied.
It will probably get me, he said. His teeth were shaking.
He had been raised by a...

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“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon...

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Edna Purcell
1912-1930

Dying a virgin was the least of my regrets.
Dying a chaste woman at 18 seemed a moot point.
I remember watching my momma die.
It was in summer, and I was 16.
Hopelessly disconsolate, that’s how I felt;
How would I live without her?
Why was she so cruelly...

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What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of aetiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell
in her...

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Edna Clouds,  dreamer,  catch-me-if-you-can, hunted by police, together with her man.

T’was Robin Banks, that set her heart a throbbin’, a needy chap who drove the wheels,  alias reliant Robin. 

Third man was a mystery so legend has its say; the guy who...

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What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of etiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell
in her...

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...for a good friend


What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the secrets of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of etiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
composed of and comprises, but a...

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Every morning you greeted us with a smile.
Even when you were out of sorts and it may have taken you a while.

You treated every customer always the same,
and in most cases you even knew their names.

I think I will miss you the most because you...

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In Homage to Edna St Vincent Millay

To gaze upon truth is to look upon beauty bare,
Though few have done so save those who walk 
The halls of academe, and speak with nature in 
Its nakedness. We, we such souls who wander in
The wilderness of life,...

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