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Sorrow

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
   Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
   Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
   I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
   Or what shoes I wear.

This poem was originally published in Renascence and Other Poems (1917). It is in the public domain.

This poem was originally published in Renascence and Other Poems (1917). It is in the public domain.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine.

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Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
     And drag me at your chariot till I die—
Oh, heavy prince! oh, panderer of hearts!—
     Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie
Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair,
     Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr,
Who

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Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colourless this dress I wear?—
This violent plaid
Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done
Through indolence high judgments given here in haste; 
The recurring checker
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Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.
Bird and wing together
Go down, one feather.

No thing that ever flew,
Not the lark, not you,
Can die as others do.