Flowers Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

10 Flowers quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay’s ten brief verses turn petals into emotion. Her lyrical touch gives each flower a whisper of feeling, perfect for a quick, heartfelt read.

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I would blossom if I were a rose.

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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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On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done

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

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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…

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When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where…

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Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass,…

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Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up…

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“ Dirge Without Music I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is,…

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

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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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