Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust! — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . .… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“ Dirge Without Music I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
“And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
“But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head; So here upon my back I'll lie And look my… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
My god is all gods in one. When I see a beautiful sunset, I worship the god of Nature; when I see a hidden… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share
