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Edna St. Vincent Millay February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950 Poetry Listing Read More About Edna St. Vincent Millay below poetry list Poem Title First Lines Period # Lines # Reads 1: Afternoon On A Hill I will be the gladdest thing 12 528 2: Alms My heart is what it was before, 28 433 3: Ashes Of Life Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; 12 511 4: Assault I had forgotten how the frogs must sound 9 443 5: Blight Hard seeds of hate I planted 30 415 6: Burial Mine is a body that should die at sea! 8 413 7: City Trees The trees along this city street, 12 482 8: Daphne Why do you follow me? 9 440 9: Dirge Boys and girls that held her dear, 12 348 10: Doubt No More That Oberon Doubt no more that Oberon 16 358 11: Ebb I know what my heart is like 7 504 12: Eel-Grass No matter what I say, 414 13: Elaine OH, come again to Astolat! 20 367 14: Elegy Let them bury your big eyes 38 421 15: Elegy Before Death There will be rose and rhododendron 20 441 16: Epitaph Heap not on this mound 6 433 17: Exiled Searching my heart for its true sorrow, 36 460 18: First Fig My candle burns at both ends; 4 478 19: God's World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! 14 422 20: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, 443 21: Indifference I said,--for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, 8 385 22: Inland People that build their houses inland, 16 372 23: Interim The room is full of you!--As I came in 211 429 24: Journey Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass 33 456 25: Kin To Sorrow Am I kin to Sorrow, 16 414 26: Lament Listen, children: 22 421 27: Low-Tide These wet rocks where the tide has been, 12 449 28: Macdougal Street As I went walking up and down to take the evening air, 20 471 29: Mariposa Butterflies are white and blue 13 418 30: Memorial To D. C. Oh, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, 4 430 31: Midnight Oil Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, 4 475 32: Ode To Silence Aye, but she? 199 545 33: Passer Mortuus Est Death devours all lovely things; 12 407 34: Pastoral If it were only still! 19 401 35: Portrait by a Neighbor Before she has her floor swept 20 375 36: Prayer To Persephone Be to her, Persephone, 24 383 37: Recuerdo We were very tired, we were very merry 18 444 38: Renascence All I could see from where I stood 214 477 39: Rosemary For the sake of some things 18 368 40: Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: 2 487 41: She Is Overheard Singing Oh, Prue she has a patient man, 40 418 42: Song Of A Second April April this year, not otherwise 18 436 43: Songs Of Shattering I The first rose on my rose-tree 8 409 44: Songs Of Shattering II Let the little birds sing; 12 418 45: Songs Of Shattering III All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! 8 411 46: Sonnet I Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no, 14 419 47: Sonnet I Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, 14 439 48: Sonnet II Time does not bring relief; you all have lied 14 479 49: Sonnet II I think I should have loved you presently, 14 368 50: Sonnet III Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, 14 384 51: Sonnet III Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! 14 416 52: Sonnet IV Not in this chamber only at my birth 14 377 53: Sonnet IV I shall forget you presently, my dear, 14 442 54: Sonnet V If I should learn, in some quite casual way, 14 437 55: Sonnet VI Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did; 14 416 56: Sonnets I We talk of taxes, and I call you friend; 14 349 57: Sonnets II Into the golden vessel of great song 14 362 58: Sonnets III Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter 14 375 59: Sonnets IV Only until this cigarette is ended, 14 381 60: Sonnets IX Let you not say of me when I am old, 14 443 61: Sonnets V Once more into my arid days like dew, 14 363 62: Sonnets VI No rose that in a garden ever grew, 14 401 63: Sonnets VII When I too long have looked upon your face, 14 397 64: Sonnets VIII And you as well must die, beloved dust, 14 446 65: Sonnets X Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: 14 422 66: Sonnets XI As to some lovely temple, tenantless 14 407 67: Sonnets XII Cherish you then the hope I shall forget 14 429 68: Sorrow Sorrow like a ceaseless rain 12 441 69: Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? 18 491 70: Tavern I'll keep a little tavern 16 378 71: The Bean-Stalk Ho, Giant! This is I! 49 370 72: The Blue-Flag In The Bog God had called us, and we came; 172 352 73: The Death Of Autumn When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, 11 427 74: The Dream Love, if I weep it will not matter, 16 400 75: The Little Ghost I knew her for a little ghost 28 463 76: The Little Hill OH, here the air is sweet and still, 20 390 77: The Merry Maid Oh, I am grown so free from care 14 393 78: The Penitent I had a little Sorrow, 24 425 79: The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you 16 443 80: The Poet And His Book Down, you mongrel, Death! 120 388 81: The Prisoner All right, 5 489 82: The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed 16 352 83: The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge What should I be but a prophet and a liar, 36 357 84: The Suicide Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! 139 379 85: The Unexplorer There was a road ran past our house 6 422 86: Thursday And if I loved you Wednesday, 8 480 87: To A Poet That Died Young Minstrel, what have you to do 28 395 88: To Kathleen Still must the poet as of old, 8 398 89: To S. M. I am not willing you should go 9 409 90: To the Not Impossible Him How shall I know, unless I go 12 408 91: Travel The railroad track is miles away, 12 453 92: Weeds White with daisies and red with sorrel 16 414 93: When The Year Grows Old I cannot but remember 16 458 94: Wild Swans I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. 8 461 95: Witch-Wife She is neither pink nor pale, 12 431 96: Wraith Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, 26 364 About: Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. This page viewed 5462 times.

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