Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted- We shall not feel it again. We shall die in… — 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
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“ Time Does Not Bring Relief Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me… — 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
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every… — 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
