St Vincent Poems - Poems about St Vincent

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? Try Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament) Or their Ogallala Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words Or...

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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 just a way It’s ok Like as Robert Plant once said in...

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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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“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 amorous line, skimming the rest, I find some woman bearing as...

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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 my breast: So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify...

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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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