Weeds
Edna St. Vincent Millay * Track #7 On Second April and Other Poems
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- #1City Trees
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- #2The Blue-Flag In The Bog
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- #3Journey
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- #4Eel-Grass
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- #5Elegy Before Death
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- #6The Bean-Stalk
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- #7Weeds
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- #8Pastoral
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- #9Low-Tide
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- #10Song Of A Second April
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- #11Rosemary
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- #12The Poet And His Book
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- #13Alms
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- #14Inland
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- #15To A Poet That Died Young
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- #16Wraith
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- #17Ebb
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- #18Elaine
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- #19Burial
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- #20Mariposa
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- #21The Little Hill
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- #22Doubt No More That Oberon
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- #23Lament
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- #24Exiled
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- #25The Death Of Autumn
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- #26Ode To Silence
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- #27Epitaph
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- #28Prayer To Persephone
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- #29Chorus
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- #30Elegy
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- #31Dirge
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- #32Second April: Sonnets
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- #33When I too long have looked upon your face
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Weeds by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Edna St. Vincent MillayWeeds Annotated
White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!—
Life is a quest and love a quarrel—
Here is a place for me to lie.
Daisies spring from damned seeds,
And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
Cursed by farmers thriftily.
But here, unhated for an hour,
The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
Like flowers that bear an honest name.
And here a while, where no wind brings
The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessed things,
The blood too bright, the brow accurst.