Millay Poems - Poems about Millay

I’ve strolled down Bedford from Barrow, maybe a couple times or more. When I would get to 86, I headed through the garden door. I felt inspiration flowing, from the rafters down to the floor. Words for future generations, by the authors that I adore. They sat on these stools by the bar, and drank their whiskey from this glass. They saw the world through...

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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 of rose petals and birdsong?— and insist that spring is when 'true love' blooms? There are no flowers, no birds, no eager lovers with this horrid impostor, this con of a season. ...

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Edna St Vincent Millay for poetic immortality oft did pray With her command of the ' traditionel then married & became so conventional...

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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, er ... Percival Queemly.) “Expel me! Expel me!”—She flashes her eyes. “Oh!...

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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 Queemly.) “Expel me! Expel me!”?She flashes her eyes. “Oh! Please! No!...

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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, lost, anxious, low in mood, Beset with this concern, and that...

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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 Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Contest: Seeking A Fresh Crop Of Clerihew...

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A journey told in stanzas, Layered with devout cynicism. Lyrical dreams set to pen, Painted a world with poetry. A Pulitzer Prize heart, Flooded the page in verse. Inspired by her many affairs, She shared her poetic soul, To her beloved America. ____________________________ Inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay...

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Hair the shade of fire Flaring like a spire Over the sad space Of her gypsy face: Candle colored red Burning down and dead. Candle in a breeze Of eternities, Edna flickered faint, Charring like some martyred saint Scarlet at the stake, Embered… for art’s sake....

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