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raloveridge's review
5.0
Siiiiiiiiigh.
I don't quite know how she does it--coy yet direct, flirtatious yet utterly full of doom. Millay is my new hero.
I don't quite know how she does it--coy yet direct, flirtatious yet utterly full of doom. Millay is my new hero.
zaitrl's review against another edition
3.0
For such a large collection, I didn't find many poems I liked. The ones I did like though were excellent!
thegalaxypanda96's review against another edition
5.0
After over a year I finally finished it!!!!
I love Edna St Vincent Millay work very much ever since I first read one of her poems which is still my favorite in a fan fiction I was reading quite a few years ago then I saw a little book of her poetry and I had to get it I absolutely loved it and had to read more
Finally got her collected poems well it took me a long time to finish it just reading a bit at the time I loved it so much I don't know what it is about her I love but her poems speak to me in a way she is definitely one of my favorite poets
I love Edna St Vincent Millay work very much ever since I first read one of her poems which is still my favorite in a fan fiction I was reading quite a few years ago then I saw a little book of her poetry and I had to get it I absolutely loved it and had to read more
Finally got her collected poems well it took me a long time to finish it just reading a bit at the time I loved it so much I don't know what it is about her I love but her poems speak to me in a way she is definitely one of my favorite poets
spacestationtrustfund's review
4.0
from TIME DOES NOT BRING RELIEFTime does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
from WHAT LIPS MY LIPS HAVE KISSED...What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
from FIRST FIGMy candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
robinhoodreads's review
Edna St. Vincent Millay is a woman after my own heart. I read one poem by her and decided I needed the Collected Poems, and it was the best decision I could make. The poems discuss love, loss, worry, and strength, and through it all, bring us back to nature. I especially loved that this collection had a section with her letters and telling you more about her life. Millay and her husband end up buying a 700-acre berry farm, which I just love. For her, she just seemed to want a place out in nature all her own where she could write and plant and just exist. And it seems like she got it.
butchriarchy's review
Truly reignited my passion for poetry. I had read some of her poems years ago in a small collection I had bought and I had thought it was okay aside from a few which I loved, those being "Renascence" and "First Fig," which is one of my favorite poems of all time honestly, so I decided to give her a try once again. I enjoyed this a lot. I have many poems in the contents underlined to go back to and read again. Some new favorites include "The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver," (!!!) "From a Very Little Sphinx," "Never May the Fruit Be Plucked," "Tree Ceremonies," and most of her sonnets. Her lyricism was so crisp and genuine. She had such a contemplative style as well; I see a lot of her in Mary Oliver's work now too, another poet I love. She struck me as one who longed for so much in the world and life as well. She feels like a kindred spirit to me.