Best Millay Poems

Spring hangs
like a dripping woolen coat
from the pewter frame 
of a glowering sky.
 
Why is it that poets write of spring
as if it were made...

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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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Let not my heart become in my old age
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
But an open sunny porch, a welcome sage
A loving heart to those...

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Now, I am speechless; I am without speech
As you transcend the simplistic to grand
Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand
In the temple of your...

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They wouldn’t let me be White 
Oh I wanted to be 
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me 

They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to...

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I can imagine : staring in the eyes of : Elizabeth Barret Browning
Seeing the " Glory of LOVE '; bring on the " Sorrow of...

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'down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind' - 
Edna St Vincent Millay

In
Vastness
We shall lie
At peace,...

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our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air
her gown emerald, cerise, gold
Don Pedro stands afore
glass to glass in an amber glow
Lowry’s beaked bird of...

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"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the            ...

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Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years...

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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

Contest: One single...

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Grandma was German raised to value beauty,
her art found in nature the flowers and the trees. 
Grandpa, a Wentworth, from an English family
whose Great Grand...

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Poems about Poems (II)

Kin
by Michael R. Burch

for Richard Moore

1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss?
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any...

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'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.' 
                ...

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In the spring, the crows sit in the tall pines
Capitalizing on the field of newly planted corn.
Farmer dreams of corn on the cob which he...

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