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WITCH-WIFE
Edna St. Vincent Millay
She is neither pink nor pale,
  And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
  And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
  In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
  And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
  And she never will be all mine.
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Millay Poems

 

MODERN: Aleister Crowley Edna St. Vincent Millay Charles Baudelaire

 

POETRY: Ancient Classical Modern Contemporary

 
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