Fatal Interview: Sonnets

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Description

In this new volume, Miss Millay shows herself an ardent lover of life and beauty. Here, in a matchless sonnet sequence, is enshrined the quintessence of her emotional and artistic power. She brings to the classic form new color and new splendor.
Here are sonnets from Millay's most popular period. Woman of Today labelled Millay as the "outstanding young poet" of her time. 

Sujets

• Love
• Erotica
• Poetry
• Subjects
• Themes

Informations

• Publié par: Rare Treasure Editions
• Date de parution: 09 novembre 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781774643983
• Langue: English

Extrait

Fatal Interview: Sonnets
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

First published in 1931
This edition published by Rare Treasures
Victoria, BC Canada with branch offices in the Czech Republic and Germany
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FATAL INTERVIEW: SONNETS
by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
TO

Elinor Wylie

When I think of you,
I die, too.
In my throat, bereft
Like yours, of air,
No sound is left,
Nothing is there
To make a word of grief.
CONTENTS What thing is this that, built of salt and lime 1 This beast that rends me in the sight of all 2 No lack of counsel from the shrewd and wise 3 Nay, learnèd doctor, these fine leeches fresh 4 Of all that ever in extreme disease 5 Since I cannot persuade you from this mood 6 Night is my sister, and how deep in love 7 Yet in an hour to come, disdainful dust 8 When you are dead, and your disturbing eyes 9 Strange thing that I, by nature nothing prone 10 Not in a silver casket cool with pearls 11 Olympian gods, mark now my bedside lamp 12 I said, seeing how the winter gale increased 13 Since of no creature living the last breath 14 My worship from this hour the Sparrow-Drawn 15 I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields 16 Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart 17 Shall I be prisoner till my pulses stop 18 My most distinguished guest and learnèd friend, 19 Think not, nor for a moment let your mind 20 Gone in good sooth you are: not even in dream 21 Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane 22 I know the face of Falsehood and her tongue 23 Whereas at morning in a jeweled crown 24 Peril upon the paths of this desire 25 Women have loved before as I love now 26 Moon, that against the lintel of the west 27 When we are old and these rejoicing veins 28 Heart, have no pity on this house of bone 29 Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink 30 When we that wore the myrtle wear the dust 31 Time, that is pleased to lengthen out the day 32 Sorrowful dreams remembered after waking 33 Most wicked words, forbear to speak them out 34 Clearly my ruined garden as it stood