I liked some of her poetry but it wasn't the best ever. Really liked her sonnets. But this book meant a lot to my mom so I gave it a read. Glad I did.

Loved reading, very accessible.

Nice grouping of early work by this poet. Inconsistent impact, worth comparing to more mature, later poems. Loved when she found her own voice and it came through in a few pieces in this volume.

Wild Swans

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come

This is a collection of some very disturbing and depressing poems which almost seem like a cry for help in certain parts. The only redeeming part of this book, though still depressing, was the poem about a book begging to be picked up and read and not forgotten.

Travel

THE railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine

I first came to know Edna Saint Vincent Millay studying American social history, as the quintessential bohemian, a precursor and them participant in the Jazz Age of the 20s. Next I came to love her poetry, and the realities she embraces. I think Edna Saint Vincent Millay is one of the underrated Ame