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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>[Four Sonnets (1922)]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I1.<br> Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, <br>.<br> And drag me at your chariot till I die, -- <br>.<br> Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts! -- <br>.<br> Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie <br>.<br> Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair, <br>.<br> Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr, <br>.<br> Who still am free, unto no querulous care <br>.<br> A fool, and in no temple worshiper! <br>.<br> I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lifted my face into its puny rain, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Do wreathe you Impotent to Evoke Desire <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As you are Powerless to Elicit Pain! <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (Now will the god, for blasphemy so brave, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!) II2.<br> I think I should have loved you presently, <br>.<br> And given in earnest words I flung in jest; <br>.<br> And lifted honest eyes for you to see, <br>.<br> And caught your hand against my cheek and breast; <br>.<br> And all my pretty follies flung aside <br>.<br> That won you to me, and beneath your gaze, <br>.<br> Naked of reticence and shorn of pride, <br>.<br> Spread like a chart my little wicked ways. <br>.<br> I, that had been to you, had you remained, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But one more waking from a recurrent dream, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A ghost in marble of a girl you knew <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who would have loved you in a day or two. III3.<br> Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! <br>.<br> Faithless am I save to love's self alone. <br>.<br> Were you not lovely I would leave you now: <br>.<br> After the feet of beauty fly my own. <br>.<br> Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, <br>.<br> And water ever to my wildest thirst, <br>.<br> I would desert you -- think not but I would! -- <br>.<br> And seek another as I sought you first. <br>.<br> But you are mobile as the veering air, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And all your charms more changeful than the tide, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I have but to continue at your side. <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am most faithless when I most am true. IV4.<br> I shall forget you presently, my dear, <br>.<br> So make the most of this, your little day, <br>.<br> Your little month, your little half a year, <br>.<br> Ere I forget, or die, or move away, <br>.<br> And we are done forever; by and by <br>.<br> I shall forget you, as I said, but now, <br>.<br> If you entreat me with your loveliest lie <br>.<br> I will protest you with my favorite vow. <br>.<br> I would indeed that love were longer-lived, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And vows were not so brittle as they are, <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But so it is, and nature has contrived <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To struggle on without a break thus far, -- <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Whether or not we find what we are seeking <br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is idle, biologically speaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q>
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 Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, 
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