Best St Vincent Poems

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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“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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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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How dare you I thought to the questioner
Out of bounds

The NPR reporter asks Annie Clark aka St. Vincent
Are you, are you, you know ok?
Referencing her latest song Smoking Section
Ok so maybe she takes pills I don’t know
Lives on the stage
Of bravery or depravity but it’s...

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Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch
 
After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er . . . Percival...

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Poems about Poets V



Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch

After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was,...

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Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful?

A record listened to with such incessance
Its needle scratches and wobbles
Becomes desperate new notes for the melody?
The song unrecognizable to the listener
Without its own personalized warp
From a thousand roundabout journeys?

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Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues...

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