She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edna St. Vincent Millay, fantasy, gender, love poetry, marriage, mythology
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edna St. Vincent Millay, fantasy, gender, love poetry, marriage, mythology
That now, domestic as a plate
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: ageing, Edna St. Vincent Millay, humorous poems
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edna St. Vincent Millay, love poetry, sonnet