Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Not in a lovers’-knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain—
Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
”Look what I have!—And these are all for you.”

1. Hyacinth
2. Loving You Less Than Life
3. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
4. Euclid Alone Has Looked
5. Love Is Not Blind

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