This poem is about sleeping, also it is about how you dream, when you sleep. I chose this poem because I like the way it sounds when you read it, and because the poem gives a really good description. The poetic devices used in this poem, is rhyming, but Millay doesn't rhyme every other stanza, she rhymes every 2 or three stanzas.

This Dusky Faith

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Why, then, weep not,
Since naught's to weep.

Too wild, too hot
For a dead thing,
Altered and cold,
Are these long tears:
Relinquishing
To the sovereign force
Of the pulling past
What you cannot hold
Is reason's course.

Wherefore, sleep.

Or sleep to the rocking
Rather, of this:
The silver knocking
Of the moon's knuckles
At the door of the night;
Death here becomes
Being, nor truckles
To the sun, assumes
Light as its right.

So, too, this dusky faith
In Man, transcends its death,
Shines out, gains emphasis;
Shorn of the tangled past,
Shows its fine skill at last,
Cold, lovely satellite.

In the Grave No Flower

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Here dock and tare.
But there
No flower.

Here beggar-ticks, 'tis true;
Here the rank-smelling
Thorn-apple,—and who
Would plant this by his dwelling?
Here every manner of weed
To mock the faithful harrow:
Thistles, that feed
None but the finches; yarrow,
Blue vervain, yellow charlock; here
Bindweed, that chokes the struggling year;
Broad plantain and narrow.
But there no flower.

The rye is vexed and thinned,
The wheat comes limping home,
By vetch and whiteweed harried, and the sandy bloom
Of the sour-grass; here
Dandelions,—and the wind
Will blow them everywhere.

Save there.
There
No flower.

Bluebeard

This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed. . . . Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
But only what you see. . . . Look yet again --
An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I kept
Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when you crept
Unto the threshold of this room to-night  
That I must never more behold your face.
This now is yours. I seek another place.

Analysis of “Bluebeard” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

            In “Blue Beard,” Edna St. Vincent Millay tells of a person, who opened a door, thinking that the person in this poem was hiding something. Throughout this poem, Millay uses rhyming a lot, she does this by rhyming every other stanza. The poem then goes on to say that when the door was opened, they found nothing, “No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring/The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain/ For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,”. This quote explains how when the person opened the door, he was expecting to find a lot of mischievous items, but he didn’t. He only found, “An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless” The poem, then goes on to explain, what the person finds in the room, “But only what you see. . . . Look yet again -- /An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.”  These lines  still explains what the person finds in the room. The poem still goes on, saying how the person in the room, does not, ever want see the person who, opened the door and accused her of a being a wicked person. As Edna St. Vincent Millay builds this poem, she makes you go right into the story, and brings you into how you would feel if this scenario happened to you.