Analysis of Sonnets (1923)
Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 (Rockland) – 1950 (Austerlitz)
VIII8.
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
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Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
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Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
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"What a big book for such a little head!"
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Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
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And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
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Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
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I never again shall tell you what I think.
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I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
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You will not catch me reading any more:
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I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
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And some day when you knock and push the door,
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Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
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I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. IX9.
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
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Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
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But of a love turned ashes and the breath
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Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
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The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
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Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
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Its friendly weathers down, far underneath
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Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
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That April should be shattered by a gust,
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That August should be levelled by a rain,
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I can endure, and that the lifted dust
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Of man should settle to the earth again;
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But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
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Between my ribs forever of hot pain. XVIII18.
I, being born a woman and distressed
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By all the needs and notions of my kind,
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Am urged by your propinquity to find
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Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
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To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
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So subtly is the fume of life designed,
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To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
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And leave me once again undone, possessed.
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Think not for this, however, the poor treason
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Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
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I shall remember you with love, or season
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My scorn with pity, -- let me make it plain:
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I find this frenzy insufficient reason
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For conversation when we meet again. XIX19.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
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I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
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Under my head till morning; but the rain
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Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
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Upon the glass and listen for reply,
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And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
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For unremembered lads that not again
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Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
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Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
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Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
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Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
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I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
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I only know that summer sang in me
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A little while, that in me sings no more.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1 1111110111 1 1111011101 1 11110011111 1 1011110101 1 1111111101 1 0111111101 1 1111110111 1 11001111111 1 1111010101 1 1111110101 1 1111011101 1 0111110101 1 11111101110 1 111101110111 11011101111 1 1011101001 1 1101110001 1 11110100111 1 0111110111 1 1111000101 1 110101101 1 1111001111 1 1101110101 1 1101110101 1 1101010101 1 1111010101 1 1101111101 1 01110101111 1101010001 1 1101010111 1 1111111 1 1101010101 1 1111010111 1 11001011101 1 110010101 1 0111010101 1 1111100110 1 11110111001 1 11010111110 1 1111011111 1 11110001010 1 1010111011 1111110101 1 1101001111 1 1011110101 1 1111111101 1 0101010101 1 0011110101 1 1111101 1 111111101 1 1001010101 1 1111110111 1 1111110101 1 1101111101 1 1101110101 1 0101101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 2,601 |
Words | 478 |
Sentences | 70 |
Stanzas | 21 |
Stanza Lengths | 19, 2, 2, 2, 2, 19, 2, 2, 2, 2, 19, 2, 2, 2, 2, 19, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1 |
Lines Amount | 109 |
Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 88 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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