SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
What terrible fear causes Man to address the Void as Thou? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating… — 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
