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Selected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay

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ISBN-10: 0375761233

ISBN-13: 9780375761232

Edition: N/A

Authors: Edna St. Vincent Millay, Nancy Milford, Olivia Gatwood

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A book about the West (USA) - its landscapes, writers and place in the American imagination by one of America's greatest writers, historians and environmentalists.
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List price: $16.00
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 9/10/2002
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 192
Size: 5.12" wide x 8.07" long x 0.39" tall
Weight: 0.286
Language: English

Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892-1950 Edna St. Vincent Millay, American poet, dramatist, lyricist, lecturer, and playwright, was born on February 22, 1892 in Rockland, Maine, and educated at Barnard College and at Vassar College, where she earned her B. A. (Her poem "Renascence" won fourth place in a contest and was published in The Lyric Year in 1912; this resulted in a scholarship to Vassar.) Millay's first volume of poetry, "Renascence and Other Poems," was published in 1917. In 1923, "The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver" won her a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry. Other works include: "A Few Figs from Thistles;" "Sonnets in American Poetry," "A Miscellany," "The Lamp and the Bell" and "There Are No…    

Nancy Milford's "Zelda" was translated into twelve languages, sold over 1.4 million copies in five editions, and was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, and the National Book Award. She lives in New York and will be teaching at Princeton University in the fall.

Biographical Note
Introduction
Renascence and Other Poems
Renascence
Interim
The Suicide
God's World
Afternoon on a Hill
Sorrow
Tavern
Ashes of Life
The Little Ghost
Kin to Sorrow
Three Songs of Shattering
The first rose on my rose-tree
Let the little birds sing
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
The Shroud
The Dream
Indifference
Witch-Wife
Blight
When the Year Grows Old
Sonnets
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring
Not in this chamber only at my birth
If I should learn, in some quite casual way
Bluebeard
A Few Figs from Thistles
First Fig
Second Fig
Recuerdo
Thursday
To the Not Impossible Him
MacDougal Street
The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge
She Is Overheard Singing
The Prisoner
The Unexplorer
Grown-up
The Penitent
Daphne
Portrait by a Neighbor
Midnight Oil
The Merry Maid
To Kathleen
To S. M.
The Philosopher
Sonnets
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts
I think I should have loved you presently
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
I shall forget you presently, my dear
Second April
Spring
City Trees
The Blue-Flag in the Bog
Journey
Eel-Grass
Elegy Before Death
The Bean-Stalk
Weeds
Passer Mortuus Est
Pastoral
Assault
Travel
Low-Tide
Song of a Second April
Rosemary
The Poet and His Book
Alms
Inland
To a Poet That Died Young
Wraith
Ebb
Elaine
Burial
Mariposa
The Little Hill
Doubt No More That Oberon
Lament
Exiled
The Death of Autumn
Ode to Silence
Memorial to D.C.
Epitaph
Praver to Persephone
Chorus
Elegy
Dirge
Sonnets
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend
Into the golden vessel of great song
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
Only until this cigarette is ended
Once more into my arid days like dew
No rose that in a garden ever grew
When I too long have looked upon your face
And you as well must die, beloved dust
Let you not say of me when I am old
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this
As to some lovely temple, tenantless
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget
Wild Swans
Sonnets and The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver
Sonnets
When you, that at this moment are to me
I know I am but summer to your heart
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare
The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver
Index of Titles
Index of First Lines