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American Literature – American Poetry – Edna St. Vincent Millay – Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
< < < The Philosopher
I think I should have loved you presently > > >
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts
Sonnet
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
And drag me at your chariot till I die,—
Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts!—
Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie
Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair,
Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr,
Who still am free, unto no querulous care
A fool, and in no temple worshipper!
I, that have bared me to your quiver’s fire,
Lifted my face into its puny rain,
Do wreathe you Impotent to Evoke Desire
As you are Powerless to Elicit Pain!
(Now will the god, for blasphemy so brave,
Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!)
< < < The Philosopher
I think I should have loved you presently > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Edna St. Vincent Millay – Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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