by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
Thou famished grave, I will not fill...
Language: English
Thou famished grave, I will not fill thee yet, Roar though thou dost, I am too happy here; Gnaw thine own sides, fast on; I have no fear Of thy dark project, but my heart is set On living - I have heroes to beget Before I die; I will not come anear Thy dismal jaws for many a splendid year; Till I be old, I aim not to be eat. I cannot starve thee out: I am thy prey And thou shalt have me; but I dare defend That I can stave thee off; and I dare say, What with the life I lead, the force I spend, I'll be but bones and jewels on that day, And leave thee hungry even in the end.
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Authorship:
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "Sonnet", first published 1938 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Woods Duke (1899 - 1984), "Thou famished grave", 1959 [voice, viola, and piano], from Three Sonnets for Voice, Viola and Piano, no. 3. [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-02-14
Line count: 14
Word count: 126