pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“ Time Does Not Bring Relief Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“ Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine:… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
