Sonnet vs. Sonnet

Round 4

Edna St. Vincent Millay


Lizette Woodworth Reese

Archive of Past Results

The vote totals were. . . well. . . interesting, but it looks as if Leigh Hunt won the "grasshopper and cricket" contest with John Keats last month in Round 3.

This month, two post-Valentine's Day sonnets about forgetting.

"I shall forget you presently, my dear"
Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.
Tell Me Some Way
Lizette Woodworth Reese

Oh, you who love me not, tell me some way
Whereby I may forget you for a space;
Nay, clean forget you and your lovely face--
Yet well I know how vain this prayer I pray.
All weathers hold you. Can I make the May
Forbid her boughs blow white in every place?
Or rob June of her rose that comes apace?
Cheat of their charm the elder months and gray?
Aye, were you dead, you could not be forgot;
So sparse the bloom along the lanes would be;
Such sweetness out the briery hedges fled;
My tears would fall that you had loved me not;
And bitterer tears that you had gone from me;
Living you break my heart, so would you dead!

Sonnet vs. Sonnet IV
Who gets your vote?

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Lizette Woodworth Reese