Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is. — 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 chair. Time, doing this to me, may alter too. My sorrow, into something I can bear. — 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
