“Strange how few, After all’s said and done, the things that are Of moment. Few indeed! When I can make Of ten… — 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
“Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our burning there… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive,… — 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
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment. — 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
“Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move; Here might I hope to find you day or night, And here… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
It is high time we found out about this man Cummings. Let us give him every opportunity to show us at once… — 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
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
“Learn to love blackness while there is yet time, blackness Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.” — 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
