“I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.” — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.” — 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 things. Childhood… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“It is impossible for me to be an Anarchist, for I do not believe in the essential goodness of man. The world, the physical… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The wind of their endurance, driving south, Flattened your words against your speaking mouth. — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
