Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Funny Copy Share Image
The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“Tis not love’s going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Life 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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Adventure Copy Share Image
“ Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Poetry Copy Share Image
Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Ghost Copy Share Image
“The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Sky Copy Share Image
“Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings;” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Anxious Copy Share Image
Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache? — 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 Bears 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 Darkness 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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beauty Copy Share Image
The younger generation forms a country of its own. It has no geographical boundaries. I've talked with young Hungarians in Budapest, with… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Boundaries 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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Marriage...one of the most civilized institutions in the world...But...swimming is one of the most wonderful of sports, and yet there are always… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Being married Copy Share Image
But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine:… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Blue Copy Share Image
Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Age Copy Share Image
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Age Copy Share Image
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“The breath of dying lilies haunted the twilight air.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Death Copy Share Image
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Bread Copy Share Image
Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Alive Copy Share Image
That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Madness Copy Share Image
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he — Edna St. Vincent Millay Apollo Copy Share Image
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. — Edna St. Vincent Millay April Copy Share Image
I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Giving Copy Share Image
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful Copy Share Image
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Advice Copy Share Image
