Edna St. Vincent Millay (22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
Edna St. Vincent Millay's Other Poems
- [Four Sonnets (1922)]
- A Visit To The Asylum
- Afternoon on a Hill
- An Ancient Gesture
- And do you think that love itself
- And you as well must die, belovèd dust
- Apostrophe To Man
- Ashes Of Life
- Autumn Daybreak
- Being Young And Green
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