There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it. — 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
Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me. — 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
