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Song Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

8 Song quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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If you’re drawn to the way poetry can echo a melody, this short set of eight lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay offers a taste of her intimate reflections on song. Though modest in size, the collection captures the poet’s characteristic blend of longing and wit, making it a sweet starting point for anyone curious about how she frames music in verse.

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I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so…

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Longing alone is singer to the lute.

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“ Song of a Second April APRIL this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago Is full of whispers, full…

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Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And…

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“Take up the song; forget the epitaph.”

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“ To Those Without Pity Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you…

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Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

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Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can…

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

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There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where…

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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 drained me…

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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…

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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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