Altered Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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

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

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“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

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

After the feet of beauty fly my own.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“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

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay