Flower Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

12 Flower quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Millay captures the fleeting perfume of a blossom, offering a brief but vivid taste of her fierce voice.

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I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

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“Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings;”

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Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

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Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

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Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou…

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“This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like “Alice” it ate the cake that said “Eat Me”, and…

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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers…

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Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly,…

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But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine:…

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“ Song of a Second April APRIL this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago Is full of whispers, full…

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Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness…

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Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

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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…

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She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

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And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

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“And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,…

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Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.

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After the feet of beauty fly my own.

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Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better.

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“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…

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pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

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Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

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My god is all gods in one. When I see a beautiful sunset, I worship the god of Nature; when I see a hidden…

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“Tea was sucha comfort.”

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