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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine,...
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FURTHER READING
Poems about Patience
Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm
by Carl Phillips
Bright Star
by John Keats
How to Make a Game of Waiting
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
In the Waiting Room
by Elizabeth Bishop
It Happens Like This
by James Tate
Patience
by Kay Ryan
Peace
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Pigeons at Dawn
by Charles Simic
so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski
That Everything's Inevitable
by Katy Lederer
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She Is Overheard Singing

 
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, Prue she has a patient man,
And Joan a gentle lover,
And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,­—
But my true love's a rover! 

Mig, her man's as good as cheese
And honest as a briar,
Sue tells her love what he's thinking of,­—
But my dear lad's a liar! 

Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha
Are thick with Mig and Joan!
They 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 up," 
And Agatha, "Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,
Could live content in a cup," 

Sue'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 year, 

While 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 kiss! 

Cold he slants his eyes about,
And few enough's his choice,­—
Though he'd slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,
Or a beggar with knots in her voice,­ —

And Agatha will turn awake
While her good man sleeps sound,
And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue
Will hear the clock strike round, 

For Prue she has a patient man,
As asks not when or why, 
And Mig and Sue have naught to do
But peep who's passing by, 

Joan is paired with a putterer
That bastes and tastes and salts,
And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,­—
But my true love is false!



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