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A Few Figs From Thistles ➿ A Few Figs From Thistles Free ➶ Author Edna St. Vincent Millay – Capitalsoftworks.co.uk A Few Figs From Thistles Poems And Four Sonnets A FEW FIGS FROM THISTLES FIRST FIG SECOND FIG TO S M THURSDAY THE PENITENT THE UNEXPLORER SHE IS OVERHEARD SINGING THE SINGING WOMAN FROM THE WOOD'S EDG A Few Figs From Thistles Poems And Figs From MOBI · Four Sonnets A Few Figs From Thistles FIRST FIG SECOND FIG TO S M THURSDAY THE PENITENT THE UNEXPLORER SHE IS OVERHEARD SINGING THE SINGING WOMAN FROM THE A Few PDF or WOOD'S EDGE THE MERRY MAID PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR THE PHILOSOPHER TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIM DAPHNE GROWN UP THE PRISONER SONNET — Love Though for This SONNET— I Think I Should Have Loved A Few Few Figs From PDF/EPUB ç Green Figs From Thistles A Few Green Figs From Thistles Monday March Fiber love in the time of Coronavirus It is a frightening time We are all being asked to isolate for the good of us all and news headlines are popping up minute by minute with terrifying new updates Those of us who work with fiber have some fantastic resources at hand and we can use these to combat the stress of the global Covid A Few Figs From Thistles Poems and Sonnets A Few Figs From Thistles Poems and Sonnets Paperback – February by Edna St Vincent Millay Author › Visit 's Edna St Vincent Millay Page Find all the books read about the author and See search results for this author Are you an author Learn about Author Central Edna St Vincent Millay Author out of stars ratings See all formats and editions Hide A few new to me figs tonight Ourfigscom I started in with figs a HC and a BT not the BT not has yet to give me any figs HC has always been reliable In I added a few figs to my small collection hoping that I “A Few Figs From Thistles” Welcome to Agincourt “A Few Figs From Thistles” During Agincourt’s sesui centennial Howard Tabor wrote a year’s worth of local interest columns under the general title “A Few Figs From Thistles” Unless you’ve read a lot of th century American poetry that sentence fragment probably doesn’t ring a bell Figs Benefits side effects and nutrition Very few studies have looked at the connection between figs and hair health However figs are very high in iron which is an important mineral for helping maintain healthy hair How to Grow Figs Steps with Pictures wikiHow There are many types of figs available on the market but there are a few common ones that are very popular for their hardiness Look into the figs that grow best in your region but consider varieties like brown turkey Brunswick or Osborne figs Keep in mind that figs come in varying colors in shades from purple to green to brown Each type of fig typically ripens at a different type of Fast and Easy Fig Recipes The Spruce Eats Figs and bacon are a match made in heaven—the sweet and salty complement each other beautifully—and this recipe is a perfect example of how simple is best Calling for just figs and bacon you will be able to assemble and cook this crowd pleasing appetizer in no time Simply wrap each fig with a strip of bacon a few times over; the bacon fig | Description History Cultivation Types | Fig plant of the mulberry family Moraceae and its edible fruit The common fig is indigenous to an area extending from Asiatic Turkey to northern India and is cultivated in warm climates The fruit contains significant amounts of calcium potassium phosphorus and iron Violeta finally and a few other dark figs Ourfigscom We are expecting inches of rain over the next days and although I could cover the pots I have been eyeing this one for a week There are other figs on this Violeta which will ripen so I went ahead and picked it This plant started as a cutting I obtained from Harvey's sale last winter I managed to get two cuttings A Few Figs From Thistles by Edna St Vincent Millay A Few Figs From Thistles book read reviews from the world's largest community for readers This scarce antiuarian book is a facsimile reprint of the A Few Figs From Thistles | poetry by Millay | Britannica Other articles where A Few Figs From Thistles is discussed Edna St Vincent Millay she published the verse collection A Few Figs From Thistles from which the line “My candle burns at both ends” derives The poem was taken up as the watchword of the “flaming youth” of that era and brought her a renown that she came to despise In she published A Few Figs From Thistles Summary eNotescom Complete summary of Edna St Vincent Millay's A Few Figs From Thistles eNotes plot summaries cover all the significant action of A Few Figs From Thistles Figs Nutrition Benefits and Downsides Fresh figs contain some calories from natural sugar but having a few figs is a reasonable low calorie snack or addition to a meal On the other hand dried figs are high in sugar and rich in Little few a little a few anglais A little et a few respectivement au singulier et au pluriel expriment un concept plus positif; leur sens est semblable celui de some uelue certains un peu deLeur contexte est gnralement positif Exemples Would you like a little coffee I've got a little money and I can go on holiday I'll come with a few friends You must learn a little English every day so as to improve Violeta finally and a few other dark figs Ourfigscom We are expecting inches of rain over the next days and although I could cover the pots I have been eyeing this one for a week There are other figs on this Violeta which will ripen so I went ahead and picked it This plant started as a cutting I obtained from Harvey's sale last winter I managed to get two cuttings What to Do With Figs Fig Recipes Ideas | Kitchn Fresh figs have a sweet honeyed fragrance and soft jammy texture which make them a lovely snack on their own and also a perfect partner to foods like sharp cheese tangy yogurt and dark chocolate They’re a delicate fruit with a short shelf life so you’ll want to handle them with care and eat them within a few days Too Many Figs Hunter Angler Gardener Cook A few tips on making this Chop your figs small enough so that the skins which don’t break down completely will be small enough so you can still spread the jam on toast If you use it in a sweet savory pan sauce it would go well with venison or wild turkey you also want everything chopped small so it looks good as a sauce Stir the bubbling figs often or suffer the fate of burned figs Fast and Easy Fig Recipes The Spruce Eats Figs and bacon are a match made in heaven—the sweet and salty complement each other beautifully—and this recipe is a perfect example of how simple is best Calling for just figs and bacon you will be able to assemble and cook this crowd pleasing appetizer in no time Simply wrap each fig with a strip of bacon a few times over; the bacon A few new to me figs tonight Ourfigscom I started in with figs a HC and a BT not the BT not has yet to give me any figs HC has always been reliable In I added a few figs to my small collection hoping that I A Few Figs From Thistles Poems And Four Sonnets A Few Figs From Thistles FIRST FIG SECOND FIG TO S M THURSDAY THE PENITENT THE UNEXPLORER SHE IS OVERHEARD SINGING THE SINGING WOMAN FROM THE WOOD'S EDGE THE MERRY MAID PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR THE PHILOSOPHER TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIM DAPHNE GROWN UP THE PRISONER SONNET — Love Though for This SONNET— I Think I Should Have Loved A Few Figs From Thistles Poems and Sonnets A Few Figs From Thistles Poems and Sonnets Paperback – February by Edna St Vincent Millay Author › Visit 's Edna St Vincent Millay Page Find all the books read about the author and See search results for this author Are you an author Learn about Author Central Edna St Vincent Millay Author out of stars ratings See all formats and editions Hide A Few Green Figs From Thistles A Few Green Figs From Thistles Monday March Fiber love in the time of Coronavirus It is a frightening time We are all being asked to isolate for the good of us all and news headlines are popping up minute by minute with terrifying new updates Those of us who work with fiber have some fantastic resources at hand and we can use these to combat the stress of the global Covid Figs Benefits side effects and nutrition Very few studies have looked at the connection between figs and hair health However figs are very high in iron which is an important mineral for helping maintain healthy hair A few new to me figs tonight Ourfigscom I started in with figs a HC and a BT not the BT not has yet to give me any figs HC has always been reliable In I added a few figs to my small collection hoping that I How to Grow Figs Steps with Pictures wikiHow There are many types of figs available on the market but there are a few common ones that are very popular for their hardiness Look into the figs that grow best in your region but consider varieties like brown turkey Brunswick or Osborne figs Keep in mind that figs come in varying colors in shades from purple to green to brown Each type of fig typically ripens at a different type of fig | Description History Cultivation Types | Fig plant of the mulberry family Moraceae and its edible fruit The common fig is indigenous to an area extending from Asiatic Turkey to northern India and is cultivated in warm climates The fruit contains significant amounts of calcium potassium phosphorus and iron Violeta finally and a few other dark figs Ourfigscom We are expecting inches of rain over the next days and although I could cover the pots I have been eyeing this one for a week There are other figs on this Violeta which will ripen so I went ahead and picked it This plant started as a cutting I obtained from Harvey's sale last winter I managed to get two cuttings Fast and Easy Fig Recipes The Spruce Eats Figs and bacon are a match made in heaven—the sweet and salty complement each other beautifully—and this recipe is a perfect example of how simple is best Calling for just figs and bacon you will be able to assemble and cook this crowd pleasing appetizer in no time Simply wrap each fig with a strip of bacon a few times over; the bacon Too Many Figs Hunter Angler Gardener Cook A few tips on making this Chop your figs small enough so that the skins which don’t break down completely will be small enough so you can still spread the jam on toast If you use it in a sweet savory pan sauce it would go well with venison or wild turkey you also want everything chopped small so it looks good as a sauce Stir the bubbling figs often or suffer the fate of burned figs.

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  • Edna St. Vincent Millay
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  • 05 January 2014

About the Author: Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St Vincent Millay was an American Figs From MOBI · lyrical poet and playwright She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in the third woman to win the award for poetry and was also known for her A Few PDF or feminist activism and her many love affairs She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work This famous portrait of Vincent as she was called by friends was taken by Carl Van Vechten in .



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  1. mwpm mwpm says:

    FIRST FIGMY candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;But ah my foes and oh my friends– It gives a lovely lightSECOND FIGSAFE upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand Come and see my shining palace built upon the sandPage 10 RECUERDOWE were very tired we were very merry–We had gone back and forth all night on the ferryIt was bare and bright and smelled like a stable–But we looked into a fire we leaned across a tableWe lay on a hill top underneath the moon;And the whistles kept blowing and the dawn came soonWe were very tired we were very merry– We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; And you ate an apple and I ate a pear From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; And the sky went wan and the wind came cold And the sun rose dripping a bucketful of goldWe were very tired we were very merryWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferryWe hailed Good morrow mother to a shawl covered headPage 11 And bought a morning paper which neither of us read;And she wept God bless you for the apples and pearsAnd we gave her all our money but our subway faresPage 12 THURSDAYAND if I loved you Wednesday Well what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday– So much is trueAnd why you come complaining Is than I can seeI loved you Wednesday–yes–but what Is that to me?Page 13 TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIMHOW shall I know unless I go To Cairo and CathayWhether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way?Now it may be the flower for me Is this beneath my nose;How shall I tell unless I smell The Carthaginian rose?The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravelWhilst I stay here–but oh my dear If I should ever travelPage 14 MACDOUGAL STREETAS I went walking up and down to take the evening air Sweet to meet upon the street why must I be so shy?I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair; Little dirty Latin child let the lady byThe women suatting on the stoops were slovenly and fat Lay me out in organdie lay me out in lawnAnd everywhere I stepped there was a baby or a cat; Lord God in Heaven will it never be dawn?The fruit carts and clam carts were ribald as a fair Pink nets and wet shells trodden under heelShe had haggled from the fruit man of his rotting ware; I shall never get to sleep the way I feelHe walked like a king through the filth and the clutter Sweet to meet upon the street why did you glance me by?Page 15 But he caught the uaint Italian uip she flung him from the gutter; What can there be to cry about that I should lie and cry?He laid his darling hand upon her little black head I wish I were a ragged child with ear rings in my ears And he said she was a baggage to have said what she had said; Truly I shall be ill unless I stop these tearsPage 16 THE SINGING WOMAN FROM THE WOOD'S EDGEWHAT should I be but a prophet and a liar Whose mother was a leprechaun whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water What should I be but the fiend's god daughter?And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frogThat was got beneath a furze bush and born in a bog?And what should be my singing that was christened at an altarBut Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter?You will see such webs on the wet grass maybeAs a pixie mother weaves for her babyYou will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebbAs flashes in the meshes of a mer mother's webPage 17 But there comes to birth no common spawnFrom the love of a priest for a leprechaunAnd you never have seen and you never will seeSuch things as the things that swaddled meAfter all's said and after all's done What should I be but a harlot and a nun?In through the bushes on any foggy dayMy Da would come a swishing of the drops awayWith a prayer for my death and a groan for my birthA mumbling of his beads for all that he was worthAnd there sit my Ma her knees beneath her chinA looking in his face and a drinking of it inAnd a marking in the moss some funny little sayingThat would mean just the opposite of all that he was prayingHe taught me the holy talk of Vesper and of MatinHe heard me my Greek and he heard me my LatinHe blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evilAnd we watched him out of sight and we conjured up the devilPage 18 Oh the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't knownWhat with hedges and ditches till after I was grownAnd yanked both ways by my mother and my fatherWith a Which would you better? and a Which would you rather?With him for a sire and her for a damWhat should I be but just what I am?Page 19 SHE IS OVERHEARD SINGINGOH Prue she has a patient man And Joan a gentle loverAnd Agatha's Arth' is a hug the hearth– But my true love's a roverMig her man's as good as cheese And honest as a briarSue tells her love what he's thinking of– But my dear lad's a liarOh Sue and Prue and Agatha Are thick with Mig and JoanThey bite their threads and shake their heads And gnaw my name like a bone;And Prue says Mine's a patient man As never snaps me upPage 20 And Agatha Arth' is a hug the hearth Could live content in a cupSue's man's mind is like good jell– All one color and clear–And Mig's no call to think at all What's to come next yearWhile Joan makes boast of a gentle lad That's troubled with that and this;–But they all would give the life they live For a look from the man I kissCold he slants his eyes about And few enough's his choice–Though he'd slip me clean for a nun or a ueen Or a beggar with knots in her voice–And Agatha will turn awake While her good man sleeps soundAnd Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue Will hear the clock strike roundFor Prue she has a patient man As asks not when or whyPage 21 And Mig and Sue have naught to do But peep who's passing byJoan is paired with a putterer That bastes and tastes and saltsAnd Agatha's Arth' is a hug the hearth– But my true love is falsePage 22 THE PRISONERALL rightGo aheadWhat's in a name? I guess I'll be locked intoAs much as I'm locked out ofPage 23 THE UNEXPLORERTHERE was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore I asked my mother once–she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk man's door That's why I have not traveled Page 24 GROWN UPWAS it for this I uttered prayers And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairsThat now domestic as a plate I should retire at half past eight?Page 25 THE PENITENTI HAD a little Sorrow Born of a little SinI found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within;And Little Sorrow weep said IAnd Little Sin pray God to dieAnd I upon the floor will lie And think how bad I've beenAlas for pious planning– It mattered not a whitAs far as gloom went in that room The lamp might have been litMy little Sorrow would not weepMy little Sin would go to sleep–To save my soul I could not keep My graceless mind on itSo up I got in anger And took a book I hadPage 26 And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing ladAnd One thing there's no getting by–I've been a wicked girl said I;But if I can't be sorry why I might as well be gladPage 27 DAPHNEWHY do you follow me?– Any moment I can be Nothing but a laurel treeAny moment of the chase I can leave you in my place A pink bough for your embraceYet if over hill and hollowStill it is your will to followI am off;–to heel ApolloPage 28 PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBORBEFORE she has her floor swept Or her dishes doneAny day you'll find her A sunning in the sunIt's long after midnight Her key's in the lockAnd you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o'clockShe digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoonShe weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moonShe walks up the walk Like a woman in a dreamPage 29 She forgets she borrowed butter And pays you back creamHer lawn looks like a meadow And if she mows the placeShe leaves the clover standing And the ueen Anne's lacePage 30 MIDNIGHT OILCUT if you will with Sleep's dull knife Each day to half its length my friend–The years that Time takes off my life He'll take from off the other endPage 31 THE MERRY MAIDOH I am grown so free from care Since my heart brokeI set my throat against the air I laugh at simple folkThere's little kind and little fair Is worth its weight in smokeTo me that's grown so free from care Since my heart brokeLass if to sleep you would repair As peaceful as you wokeBest not besiege your lover there For just the words he spokeTo me that's grown so free from care Since my heart brokePage 32 TO KATHLEENSTILL must the poet as of old In barren attic bleak and cold Starve freeze and fashion verses to Such things as flowers and song and you;Still as of old his being give In Beauty's name while she may liveBeauty that may not die as long As there are flowers and you and songPage 33 TO S M If he should lie a dyingI AM not willing you should go Into the earth where Helen went; She is awake by now I know Where Cleopatra's anklets rust You will not lie with my consent; And Sappho is a roving dust; Cressid could love again; Dido Rotted in state is restless still; You leave me much against my willPage 34 THE PHILOSOPHERAND what are you that missing you I should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake?And what are you that missing you As many days as crawlI should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall?I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kindAnd what are you that you should be The one man in my mind?Yet women's ways are witless ways As any sage will tell–And what am I that I should love So wisely and so well?Page 35 FOUR SONNETSPage 36 ILOVE though for this you riddle me with darts And drag me at your chariot till I die–Oh heavy prince O panderer of hearts–Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lieWho shout you mighty thick about my hairDay in day out your ominous arrows purrWho still am free unto no uerulous careA fool and in no temple worshiperI that have bared me to your uiver's fire Lifted my face into its puny rainDo wreathe you Impotent to Evoke DesireAs you are Powerless to Elicit PainNow will the god for blasphemy so bravePunish me surely with the shaft I cravePage 37 III THINK I should have loved you presentlyAnd given in earnest words I flung in jest;And lifted honest eyes for you to seeAnd caught your hand against my cheek and breast;And all my pretty follies flung asideThat won you to me and beneath your gazeNaked of reticence and shorn of pride Spread like a chart my little wicked waysI that had been to you had you remained But one waking from a recurrent dreamCherish no less the certain stakes I gainedAnd walk your memory's halls austere supremeA ghost in marble of a girl you knewWho would have loved you in a day or twoPage 38 IIIOH THINK not I am faithful to a vowFaithless am I save to love's self aloneWere you not lovely I would leave you nowAfter the feet of beauty fly my own Were you not still my hunger's rarest foodAnd water ever to my wildest thirstI would desert you–think not but I would–And seek another as I sought you first But you are mobile as the veering airAnd all your charms changeful than the tideWherefore to be inconstant is no careI have but to continue at your sideSo wanton light and false my love are youI am most faithless when I most am truePage 39 IVI SHALL forget you presently my dearSo make the most of this your little day Your little month your little half a yearEre I forget or die or move awayAnd we are done forever; by and byI shall forget you as I said but nowIf you entreat me with your loveliest lieI will protest you with my favorite vow I would indeed that love were longer livedAnd vows were not so brittle as they are But so it is and nature has contrivedTo struggle on without a break thus far–Whether or not we find what we are seekingIs idle biologically speakingSource

  2. Khushi Aggarwal Khushi Aggarwal says:

    Thomas Hardy once said that America had two great attractions the skyscraper and the poetry of Edna St Vincent Millay

  3. Amanda Amanda says:

    The Philosopher And what are you that wanting youI should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are daysWith weeping for your sake?And what are you that missing youAs many days as crawlI should be listening to the windAnd looking at the wall?I know a man that's a braver manAnd twenty men as kindAnd what are you that you should beThe one man in my mind?Yet women's ways are witless waysAs any sage will tell And what am I that I should loveSo wisely and so well?

  4. Antonomasia Antonomasia says:

    45 Feminist poetry from the USA in 1920 was expecting a lot of verse about the vote I think I read at first puzzled as to how this was feminist because it seemed so 'normal' but that was the very thing It's not ideological preaching this attitude of taken for granted independence was remarkable then Assertive female Classical subjects like her Daphne running from Apollo weren't a staple as they have become Carol Ann Duffy UA Fanthorpe And whilst loving both men and women and elegant references to non monogamy are something I'd be accustomed to read of now and the Bloomsbury group may have been living similar lives to Millay's it was bold to publish about it then She has no compunction at mentioning she cried about a male lover or in including trivial and funny verses too allowing herself freer thinking than many feminist writers of the later twentieth centuryThe over obvious rhymes sometimes found Renascence and Other Poems are almost gone in this second collectionHere is laughter and heartbreak and archness all in one tiny collection If I started a list of favourites it may include nearly half the table of contents I very much want a Collected Works now but that will just have to wait as I am trying not to buy any books in June and maybe even longer unless there were some exceptionally good reason wanting one a lot whilst being up to reading many other things I have around me does not count Goodreads does implicitly encourage reading books rather than mooching about looking at pages of the already read something I used to do much Minor flaw in this free Kindle edition the titles are not in bold or any sort of heading format

  5. Diana Diana says:

    RECUERDOWe were very tired we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferryIt was bare and bright and smelled like a stable But we looked into a fire we leaned across a tableWe lay on the hill top underneath the moon;And the whistles kept blowing and the dawn came soonWe were very tired we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;And you ate an apple and I ate a pearFrom a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;And the sky went wan and the wind came coldAnd the sun rose dripping a bucketful of goldWe were very tired we were very merryWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferryWe hailed Good morrow mother to a shawl covered headAnd bought a morning paper which neither of us read;And she wept God bless you for the apples and the pearsAnd we gave her all our money but our subway faresFound a hardback of this from 1922 at Black Dog Books in Zionsville Indiana when I was there visiting family It had no dust jacket but otherwise was in good shape A sweet slim volume Oh and I got to meet the eponymous black dog who was also very sweet an English lab named Sophie

  6. Eugenea Pollock Eugenea Pollock says:

    This collection was published earlier than “The Harp Weaver and Other Poems” but the dates of creation are not noted However most of them seem at least to this reader to represent an earlier stage in the development of her creative genius

  7. Raquel Evans Raquel Evans says:

    While the style of the poetry is close to what I enjoy I didn't love what she was saying in any of the poems I read Poetry about how she loves her husband but only because she doesn't have any better options is not really my thing

  8. Vesna Vesna says:

    45Millay's second collection of poetry originally published in 1920 with 15 poems and then expanded with 8 by the 1922 edition She wrote them while living in the bohemian West Village Almost all poems reflect a free spirited young woman unwilling to play by society's gender rulesI adore the music of her rhymes and rhythmic meters even though this fell out of fashion in the modernist poetry in favor of free verse forms But while faithful to the conventional poetic forms which was a plus for me in all other ways her poetry was modernist and for a female poet much ahead of her time I am surprised she is not revered today among feminists for her daring poetry of a liberated woman breaking the barriers of gender conventions as she did in this splendid collection She even challenged the centuries old mythological story of Daphne turning it completely around with wit whimsy and a clever twist It's one of my favorites in the collectionMy absolute favoritesFirst Fig Second Fig RecuerdoThe PrisonerDaphnePortrait by a NeighborGrown upThe PenitentThe PhilosopherOnly the four sonnets as a group didn't work for me While Millay brilliantly mastered the form it felt stifled and forsaking the spontaneity of thought that is so magnificently accomplished in her other poems in this early collection

  9. Roza Roza says:

    We were very tired we were very merry−−We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;And you ate an apple and I ate a pearFrom a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;And the sky went wan and the wind came coldAnd the sun rose dripping a bucketful of gold সুন্দর এবং সুখপাঠ্য লেখা ; Millay'র লেখা প্রথমবার পড়লাম; সম্ভবত এঁর বাকি লেখাগুলাও পড়ে ফেলতে হবে। ছন্দের চমৎকার খেলা জানে যদিও ছন্দ আমি ভাল বুঝি না পড়তে ভাল লাগছে; ছড়া পড়ার মত আনন্দ আছে 3

  10. Sarah Anderson Sarah Anderson says:

    I choose A Second Fig as my favorite poem of the book uoted here in its entirety Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand I've always believed that if I had to choose between safety and a life of uncertainty I would choose the latter knowing that even if I made mistakes I would have opportunities for growth

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  1. mwpm mwpm says:

    FIRST FIGMY candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;But ah my foes and oh my friends– It gives a lovely lightSECOND FIGSAFE upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand Come and see my shining palace built upon the sandPage 10 RECUERDOWE were very tired we were very merry–We had gone back and forth all night on the ferryIt was bare and bright and smelled like a stable–But we looked into a fire we leaned across a tableWe lay on a hill top underneath the moon;And the whistles kept blowing and the dawn came soonWe were very tired we were very merry– We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; And you ate an apple and I ate a pear From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; And the sky went wan and the wind came cold And the sun rose dripping a bucketful of goldWe were very tired we were very merryWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferryWe hailed Good morrow mother to a shawl covered headPage 11 And bought a morning paper which neither of us read;And she wept God bless you for the apples and pearsAnd we gave her all our money but our subway faresPage 12 THURSDAYAND if I loved you Wednesday Well what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday– So much is trueAnd why you come complaining Is than I can seeI loved you Wednesday–yes–but what Is that to me?Page 13 TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIMHOW shall I know unless I go To Cairo and CathayWhether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way?Now it may be the flower for me Is this beneath my nose;How shall I tell unless I smell The Carthaginian rose?The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravelWhilst I stay here–but oh my dear If I should ever travelPage 14 MACDOUGAL STREETAS I went walking up and down to take the evening air Sweet to meet upon the street why must I be so shy?I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair; Little dirty Latin child let the lady byThe women suatting on the stoops were slovenly and fat Lay me out in organdie lay me out in lawnAnd everywhere I stepped there was a baby or a cat; Lord God in Heaven will it never be dawn?The fruit carts and clam carts were ribald as a fair Pink nets and wet shells trodden under heelShe had haggled from the fruit man of his rotting ware; I shall never get to sleep the way I feelHe walked like a king through the filth and the clutter Sweet to meet upon the street why did you glance me by?Page 15 But he caught the uaint Italian uip she flung him from the gutter; What can there be to cry about that I should lie and cry?He laid his darling hand upon her little black head I wish I were a ragged child with ear rings in my ears And he said she was a baggage to have said what she had said; Truly I shall be ill unless I stop these tearsPage 16 THE SINGING WOMAN FROM THE WOOD'S EDGEWHAT should I be but a prophet and a liar Whose mother was a leprechaun whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water What should I be but the fiend's god daughter?And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frogThat was got beneath a furze bush and born in a bog?And what should be my singing that was christened at an altarBut Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter?You will see such webs on the wet grass maybeAs a pixie mother weaves for her babyYou will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebbAs flashes in the meshes of a mer mother's webPage 17 But there comes to birth no common spawnFrom the love of a priest for a leprechaunAnd you never have seen and you never will seeSuch things as the things that swaddled meAfter all's said and after all's done What should I be but a harlot and a nun?In through the bushes on any foggy dayMy Da would come a swishing of the drops awayWith a prayer for my death and a groan for my birthA mumbling of his beads for all that he was worthAnd there sit my Ma her knees beneath her chinA looking in his face and a drinking of it inAnd a marking in the moss some funny little sayingThat would mean just the opposite of all that he was prayingHe taught me the holy talk of Vesper and of MatinHe heard me my Greek and he heard me my LatinHe blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evilAnd we watched him out of sight and we conjured up the devilPage 18 Oh the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't knownWhat with hedges and ditches till after I was grownAnd yanked both ways by my mother and my fatherWith a Which would you better? and a Which would you rather?With him for a sire and her for a damWhat should I be but just what I am?Page 19 SHE IS OVERHEARD SINGINGOH Prue she has a patient man And Joan a gentle loverAnd Agatha's Arth' is a hug the hearth– But my true love's a roverMig her man's as good as cheese And honest as a briarSue tells her love what he's thinking of– But my dear lad's a liarOh Sue and Prue and Agatha Are thick with Mig and JoanThey bite their threads and shake their heads And gnaw my name like a bone;And Prue says Mine's a patient man As never snaps me upPage 20 And Agatha Arth' is a hug the hearth Could live content in a cupSue's man's mind is like good jell– All one color and clear–And Mig's no call to think at all What's to come next yearWhile Joan makes boast of a gentle lad That's troubled with that and this;–But they all would give the life they live For a look from the man I kissCold he slants his eyes about And few enough's his choice–Though he'd slip me clean for a nun or a ueen Or a beggar with knots in her voice–And Agatha will turn awake While her good man sleeps soundAnd Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue Will hear the clock strike roundFor Prue she has a patient man As asks not when or whyPage 21 And Mig and Sue have naught to do But peep who's passing byJoan is paired with a putterer That bastes and tastes and saltsAnd Agatha's Arth' is a hug the hearth– But my true love is falsePage 22 THE PRISONERALL rightGo aheadWhat's in a name? I guess I'll be locked intoAs much as I'm locked out ofPage 23 THE UNEXPLORERTHERE was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore I asked my mother once–she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk man's door That's why I have not traveled Page 24 GROWN UPWAS it for this I uttered prayers And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairsThat now domestic as a plate I should retire at half past eight?Page 25 THE PENITENTI HAD a little Sorrow Born of a little SinI found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within;And Little Sorrow weep said IAnd Little Sin pray God to dieAnd I upon the floor will lie And think how bad I've beenAlas for pious planning– It mattered not a whitAs far as gloom went in that room The lamp might have been litMy little Sorrow would not weepMy little Sin would go to sleep–To save my soul I could not keep My graceless mind on itSo up I got in anger And took a book I hadPage 26 And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing ladAnd One thing there's no getting by–I've been a wicked girl said I;But if I can't be sorry why I might as well be gladPage 27 DAPHNEWHY do you follow me?– Any moment I can be Nothing but a laurel treeAny moment of the chase I can leave you in my place A pink bough for your embraceYet if over hill and hollowStill it is your will to followI am off;–to heel ApolloPage 28 PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBORBEFORE she has her floor swept Or her dishes doneAny day you'll find her A sunning in the sunIt's long after midnight Her key's in the lockAnd you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o'clockShe digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoonShe weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moonShe walks up the walk Like a woman in a dreamPage 29 She forgets she borrowed butter And pays you back creamHer lawn looks like a meadow And if she mows the placeShe leaves the clover standing And the ueen Anne's lacePage 30 MIDNIGHT OILCUT if you will with Sleep's dull knife Each day to half its length my friend–The years that Time takes off my life He'll take from off the other endPage 31 THE MERRY MAIDOH I am grown so free from care Since my heart brokeI set my throat against the air I laugh at simple folkThere's little kind and little fair Is worth its weight in smokeTo me that's grown so free from care Since my heart brokeLass if to sleep you would repair As peaceful as you wokeBest not besiege your lover there For just the words he spokeTo me that's grown so free from care Since my heart brokePage 32 TO KATHLEENSTILL must the poet as of old In barren attic bleak and cold Starve freeze and fashion verses to Such things as flowers and song and you;Still as of old his being give In Beauty's name while she may liveBeauty that may not die as long As there are flowers and you and songPage 33 TO S M If he should lie a dyingI AM not willing you should go Into the earth where Helen went; She is awake by now I know Where Cleopatra's anklets rust You will not lie with my consent; And Sappho is a roving dust; Cressid could love again; Dido Rotted in state is restless still; You leave me much against my willPage 34 THE PHILOSOPHERAND what are you that missing you I should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake?And what are you that missing you As many days as crawlI should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall?I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kindAnd what are you that you should be The one man in my mind?Yet women's ways are witless ways As any sage will tell–And what am I that I should love So wisely and so well?Page 35 FOUR SONNETSPage 36 ILOVE though for this you riddle me with darts And drag me at your chariot till I die–Oh heavy prince O panderer of hearts–Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lieWho shout you mighty thick about my hairDay in day out your ominous arrows purrWho still am free unto no uerulous careA fool and in no temple worshiperI that have bared me to your uiver's fire Lifted my face into its puny rainDo wreathe you Impotent to Evoke DesireAs you are Powerless to Elicit PainNow will the god for blasphemy so bravePunish me surely with the shaft I cravePage 37 III THINK I should have loved you presentlyAnd given in earnest words I flung in jest;And lifted honest eyes for you to seeAnd caught your hand against my cheek and breast;And all my pretty follies flung asideThat won you to me and beneath your gazeNaked of reticence and shorn of pride Spread like a chart my little wicked waysI that had been to you had you remained But one waking from a recurrent dreamCherish no less the certain stakes I gainedAnd walk your memory's halls austere supremeA ghost in marble of a girl you knewWho would have loved you in a day or twoPage 38 IIIOH THINK not I am faithful to a vowFaithless am I save to love's self aloneWere you not lovely I would leave you nowAfter the feet of beauty fly my own Were you not still my hunger's rarest foodAnd water ever to my wildest thirstI would desert you–think not but I would–And seek another as I sought you first But you are mobile as the veering airAnd all your charms changeful than the tideWherefore to be inconstant is no careI have but to continue at your sideSo wanton light and false my love are youI am most faithless when I most am truePage 39 IVI SHALL forget you presently my dearSo make the most of this your little day Your little month your little half a yearEre I forget or die or move awayAnd we are done forever; by and byI shall forget you as I said but nowIf you entreat me with your loveliest lieI will protest you with my favorite vow I would indeed that love were longer livedAnd vows were not so brittle as they are But so it is and nature has contrivedTo struggle on without a break thus far–Whether or not we find what we are seekingIs idle biologically speakingSource

  2. Khushi Aggarwal Khushi Aggarwal says:

    Thomas Hardy once said that America had two great attractions the skyscraper and the poetry of Edna St Vincent Millay

  3. Amanda Amanda says:

    The Philosopher And what are you that wanting youI should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are daysWith weeping for your sake?And what are you that missing youAs many days as crawlI should be listening to the windAnd looking at the wall?I know a man that's a braver manAnd twenty men as kindAnd what are you that you should beThe one man in my mind?Yet women's ways are witless waysAs any sage will tell And what am I that I should loveSo wisely and so well?

  4. Antonomasia Antonomasia says:

    45 Feminist poetry from the USA in 1920 was expecting a lot of verse about the vote I think I read at first puzzled as to how this was feminist because it seemed so 'normal' but that was the very thing It's not ideological preaching this attitude of taken for granted independence was remarkable then Assertive female Classical subjects like her Daphne running from Apollo weren't a staple as they have become Carol Ann Duffy UA Fanthorpe And whilst loving both men and women and elegant references to non monogamy are something I'd be accustomed to read of now and the Bloomsbury group may have been living similar lives to Millay's it was bold to publish about it then She has no compunction at mentioning she cried about a male lover or in including trivial and funny verses too allowing herself freer thinking than many feminist writers of the later twentieth centuryThe over obvious rhymes sometimes found Renascence and Other Poems are almost gone in this second collectionHere is laughter and heartbreak and archness all in one tiny collection If I started a list of favourites it may include nearly half the table of contents I very much want a Collected Works now but that will just have to wait as I am trying not to buy any books in June and maybe even longer unless there were some exceptionally good reason wanting one a lot whilst being up to reading many other things I have around me does not count Goodreads does implicitly encourage reading books rather than mooching about looking at pages of the already read something I used to do much Minor flaw in this free Kindle edition the titles are not in bold or any sort of heading format

  5. Diana Diana says:

    RECUERDOWe were very tired we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferryIt was bare and bright and smelled like a stable But we looked into a fire we leaned across a tableWe lay on the hill top underneath the moon;And the whistles kept blowing and the dawn came soonWe were very tired we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;And you ate an apple and I ate a pearFrom a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;And the sky went wan and the wind came coldAnd the sun rose dripping a bucketful of goldWe were very tired we were very merryWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferryWe hailed Good morrow mother to a shawl covered headAnd bought a morning paper which neither of us read;And she wept God bless you for the apples and the pearsAnd we gave her all our money but our subway faresFound a hardback of this from 1922 at Black Dog Books in Zionsville Indiana when I was there visiting family It had no dust jacket but otherwise was in good shape A sweet slim volume Oh and I got to meet the eponymous black dog who was also very sweet an English lab named Sophie

  6. Eugenea Pollock Eugenea Pollock says:

    This collection was published earlier than “The Harp Weaver and Other Poems” but the dates of creation are not noted However most of them seem at least to this reader to represent an earlier stage in the development of her creative genius

  7. Raquel Evans Raquel Evans says:

    While the style of the poetry is close to what I enjoy I didn't love what she was saying in any of the poems I read Poetry about how she loves her husband but only because she doesn't have any better options is not really my thing

  8. Vesna Vesna says:

    45Millay's second collection of poetry originally published in 1920 with 15 poems and then expanded with 8 by the 1922 edition She wrote them while living in the bohemian West Village Almost all poems reflect a free spirited young woman unwilling to play by society's gender rulesI adore the music of her rhymes and rhythmic meters even though this fell out of fashion in the modernist poetry in favor of free verse forms But while faithful to the conventional poetic forms which was a plus for me in all other ways her poetry was modernist and for a female poet much ahead of her time I am surprised she is not revered today among feminists for her daring poetry of a liberated woman breaking the barriers of gender conventions as she did in this splendid collection She even challenged the centuries old mythological story of Daphne turning it completely around with wit whimsy and a clever twist It's one of my favorites in the collectionMy absolute favoritesFirst Fig Second Fig RecuerdoThe PrisonerDaphnePortrait by a NeighborGrown upThe PenitentThe PhilosopherOnly the four sonnets as a group didn't work for me While Millay brilliantly mastered the form it felt stifled and forsaking the spontaneity of thought that is so magnificently accomplished in her other poems in this early collection

  9. Roza Roza says:

    We were very tired we were very merry−−We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;And you ate an apple and I ate a pearFrom a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;And the sky went wan and the wind came coldAnd the sun rose dripping a bucketful of gold সুন্দর এবং সুখপাঠ্য লেখা ; Millay'র লেখা প্রথমবার পড়লাম; সম্ভবত এঁর বাকি লেখাগুলাও পড়ে ফেলতে হবে। ছন্দের চমৎকার খেলা জানে যদিও ছন্দ আমি ভাল বুঝি না পড়তে ভাল লাগছে; ছড়া পড়ার মত আনন্দ আছে 3

  10. Sarah Anderson Sarah Anderson says:

    I choose A Second Fig as my favorite poem of the book uoted here in its entirety Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand I've always believed that if I had to choose between safety and a life of uncertainty I would choose the latter knowing that even if I made mistakes I would have opportunities for growth

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