Stills Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poetry often sings of longing, and in these eight short lines she captures the hush that frames desire, offering a concise, evocative taste of her lyrical stillness.

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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…

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I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little…

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Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This…

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We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and…

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Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling…

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Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder…

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But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine:…

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I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome…

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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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