Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. — 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 Death Copy Share Image
What terrible fear causes Man to address the Void as Thou? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Life isn't one thing after another, it's the same thing over and over. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Life Copy Share Image
For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Bread Copy Share Image
When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Book Copy Share Image
“ To Those Without Pity Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“I will control myself, or go inside. I will not flaw perfection with my grief. Handsome, this day: no matter who has… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I'm so tired of hearing about 'Renascence,' I'm nearly dead. I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Learn to love blackness while there is yet time, blackness Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Time Copy Share Image
Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our burning there… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Age Copy Share Image
“The breath of dying lilies haunted the twilight air.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Death Copy Share Image
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Alive Copy Share Image
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Age Copy Share Image
“Tis not love’s going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Age Copy Share Image
“Lost in Hell,-Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Hell Copy Share Image
I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Brother Copy Share Image
Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Dark Copy Share Image
“A wind with a wolf's head Howled about our door, And we burned up the chairs And sat upon the floor.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beauty Copy Share Image
We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore. — 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
let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Flower Copy Share Image
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
