God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart. — Edna St. Vincent Millay God Copy Share Image
“koodaki ghalamroe padshahii ast ke hich kas dar an nakhahad mord” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Yang Copy Share Image
“The undercurrent of my every thought: To seek you, find you, have you for my own.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Love Copy Share Image
Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beauty Copy Share Image
“How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Books 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
He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Funny Copy Share Image
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all. — 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
“The Prisoner All right, Go ahead! What's in a name? I guess I'll be locked into As much as I'm locked out… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . .… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Antlers Copy Share Image
I've written so many verses and keep on writing so many more that I became afraid that if I didn't write them… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. (in a letter written while she… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Good advice Copy Share Image
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful 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 Hope 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 Alone in love 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
When you publish something, it is very much as if you pulled your pants down in public. If what you have written… — 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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful 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 Bird Copy Share Image
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“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 Grief Copy Share Image
“You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe, As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby, You will find such flame… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
You wrote me a beautiful letter, I wonder if you meant it to be as beautiful as it was. I think you… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than once: you… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Gesture Copy Share Image
“ Song of a Second April APRIL this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago Is full of whispers, full… — Edna St. Vincent Millay April 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
Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beauty Copy Share Image
