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Fatal interview, sonnets, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Fatal interview

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Yost, Karl. Bibliography of the works of Edna St. Vincent Millay, 42

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

sonnets

What thing is this that, built of salt and lime -- This beast that rends me in the sight of all -- No lack of counsel from the shrewd and wise -- Nay, learned doctor, these fine leeches fresh -- Of all that ever in extreme disease -- Since I cannot persuade you from this mood -- Night is my sister, and how deep in love -- Yet in an hour to come, disdainful dust -- When you are dead, and your disturbing eyes -- Strange thing that I, by nature nothing prone -- Not in a silver casket cool with pearls -- Olympian gods, mark now my bedside lamp -- I said, seeing how the winter gale increased -- Since of no creature living the last breath -- My worship from this hour the Sparrow-Drawn -- I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields -- Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart -- Shall I be prisoner till my pulses stop -- My most distinguished guest and learned friendThink not, nor for a moment let your mind -- Gone in good sooth you are: not even in dream -- Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane -- I know the face of Falsehood and her tongue -- Whereas at morning in a jeweled crown -- Peril upon the paths of this desire -- Women have loved before as I love now -- Moon, that against the lintel of the west -- When we are old and these rejoincing veins -- Heart, have no pity on this house of bone -- Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink -- When we that wore the myrtle wear the dust -- Time, that is pleased to lengthen out the day -- Sorrowful dreams remembered after waking -- Most wicked words, forbear to speak them out -- Clearly my ruined garden as it stood -- Hearing your words, and not a word among them -- Believe, if ever the bridges of this town -- You say: "Since life is cruel enough at best" -- Love me no more, now let the god depart -- You loved me not at all, but let it go -- I said in the beginning, did I not -- O ailing Love, compose your struggling wing -- Summer, be seen no more within this wood -- If to be left were to be left aloneI know my mind and I have made my choice -- Even in the moment of our earliest kiss -- Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly -- Now by the path I climbed, I journey back -- There is a well into whose bottomless eye -- The heart once broken is a heart no more -- If in the years to come you should recall -- Oh, sleep forever in the Latmian cave