Sonnets (1923)
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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poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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