Edna St. Vincent Millay

I see things with my own eyes, just as if they were the first eyes that ever saw, and then I set…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Who's that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

“koodaki ghalamroe padshahii ast ke hich kas dar an nakhahad mord”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

“ Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“A wind with a wolf's head Howled about our door, And we burned up the chairs And sat upon the floor.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

A grave is such a quiet place.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Take up the song; forget the epitaph.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay