A Few Figs from Thistles

Produced by David Starner
A Few Figs from Thistles
Poems and Sonnets
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thanks are due to the editors of Ainslie's, The Dial, Pearson's Poetry, Reedy's Mirror, and Vanity Fair, for their kind permission to republish various of these poems.
This edition of A Few Figs from Thistles contains several poems not included in earlier editions.
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
Second Fig
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable— But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.