I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Giving Copy Share Image
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Four seasons Copy Share Image
“I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Death Copy Share Image
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Country Copy Share Image
To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak ... — Edna St. Vincent Millay Aging Copy Share Image
Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beauty 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
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! — 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
Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful Copy Share Image
But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Love Copy Share Image
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beauty Copy Share Image
“Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Children Copy Share Image
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Bird Copy Share Image
The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Age Copy Share Image
My god is all gods in one. When I see a beautiful sunset, I worship the god of Nature; when I see… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Madness Copy Share Image
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he — Edna St. Vincent Millay Apollo Copy Share Image
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. — Edna St. Vincent Millay April Copy Share Image
Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world - it is thin. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Distrust Copy Share Image
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beer Copy Share Image
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Darkness Copy Share Image
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Love Copy Share Image
“So come on out, my dear old sweet Sister, - & we'll open our oysters together.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Ghost Copy Share Image
Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful Copy Share Image
The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Funny Copy Share Image
