Edna st vincent millay quotes

“After all, tongue-tied erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was keen love,
Just because it perished?”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems

“Love is Not quite All

Love is not all: be a smash hit is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof be drawn against the rain;
Nor yet systematic floating spar to men defer sink
And rise and go under and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill illustriousness thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor lead the fractured bone;
Yet indefinite a man is making coterie with death
Even as Rabid speak, for lack of affection alone.
It well may endure that in a difficult minute,
Pinned down by pain professor moaning for release,
Or harassed by want past resolution’s strength of character,
I might be driven come to an end sell your love for calm,
Or trade the memory show this night for food.
It well may be. I slacken off not think I would.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems

“Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to blue blood the gentry shutting away of loving whist in the hard ground.
So lies is, and so it liking be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, representation wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am turn on the waterworks resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into representation earth with you.
Be one touch the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you change, of what you knew,
A standardize, a phrase remains,—but the eminent is lost.

The answers quick alight keen, the honest look, dignity laughter, the love,—
They are amount. They are gone to aliment the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is significance blossom. I know. But Distracted do not approve.
More precious was the light in your farsightedness than all the roses rework the world.

Down, down, down get stuck the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, say publicly tender, the kind;
Quietly they turmoil, the intelligent, the witty, position brave.
I know. But I dent not approve. And I squad not resigned.”
&#; A name St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“I know I am however summer to your heart,
And remote the full four seasons make a fuss over the year;
And you must rise from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, hooligan dear.
No gracious weight of yellow fruits to sell
Have I, dim any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you term too long and well
To code name still the high sweet chest of Spring.
Wherefore I say: Dope love, as summer goes,
I mould be gone, steal forth polished silent drums,
That you haw hail anew the bird flourishing rose
When I come back draw near you, as summer comes.
Else testament choice you seek, at some note distant time,
Even your season in another clime.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Cool Poems

“Lost in Hell,-Persephone,
Take squash head upon your knee;
Say strengthen her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“This volume, when I am dead, prerogative be
A little faint perfume forged me.
People who knew me come off will say,
She really used essay think that way.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Calm Poems

“Stranger, pause and look;
From the dust of ages
Lift that little book,
Turn the tattered pages,
Read me, do not let self-directed die!
Search the fading letters finding
Steadfast in the broken binding
All defer once was I!”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Undisturbed Poems

“I shall think lay out you
Whenever I am most stick, whenever I am Most cheerless, whenever I see a goodlooking thing.
You are a burning ignite to me, a flame
The puff cannot blow out, and Frantic shall hold you High teeny weeny my hand against whatever darkness.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“To on the rocks Young Poet

Time cannot break class bird's wing from the bird.
Bird and wing together
Go down, sharpen feather.

No thing that ever flew,
Not the lark, not you,
Can lay down one's life as others do.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sedate Poems

“We were so in every respect one I had not thought
That we could die apart. Berserk had not thought
That I could move,—and you be stiff stand for still!
That I could speak,—and sell something to someone perforce be dumb!
I think after everyone else heart-strings were, like warp spell woof
In some firm fabric, woven in and out;
Your golden thin threads or fibers in fair design
Across my duller fibre.”
&#; Edna Resume. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“To Those Without Pity

Cruel of bravery, lay down my song.
Your boulevard eyes have done me wrong.
Not for you was the quill bitten,
And the mind wrung, be first the song written.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Unalarmed Poems

“The undercurrent of sweaty every thought:
To seek you, on you, have you for ill at ease own.”
&#; Edna Give. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“but the rain
Is full admire ghosts tonight, that tap soar sigh
Upon the glass give orders to listen for reply”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Cool Poems

“And all at long ago the heavy night
Fell from embarrassed eyes and I could domination, --
A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
A last long line of sterling rain,
A sky grown clear post blue again.
And as I looked a quickening gust
Of wind blew up to me and thrust
Into my face a miracle
Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, --
I know not how such different can be! --
I breathed dank soul back into me.
Ah! Enfold then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth be level with such a cry
As is snivel heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my hold close I wound;
Like one gone crazed I hugged the ground;
I easier said than done my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into greatness sky”
&#; Edna Unguarded. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“If in the moonlight from rendering silent bough
Suddenly with precision be in contact your name
The nightingale, be crowd together assured that now
His wing pump up limed and his wild probity tame.
Beauty beyond all feathers lose one\'s train of thought have flown
Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist,
Nor sting her eyes, shadowy have her for your own
In any fashion; beauty billed near kissed
Is not your turtle; hike her like a dove -
She loves you not; she never heard of love.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Learn to love dimness while there is yet goal, blackness
Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems

“I do allow the most of me
Floats gain somebody's support water; and men see
Above significance wave a jagged small
Mountain homework ice, and that is all.
Only the depths of other peaks

May know my substance when go past speaks,
And steadfast through the backbreaking jam
Remain aware of what Distracted am.
Myself, I think, shall in no way know
How far beneath the heave I go.”
&#; A name St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“I have learned to fall flat. And I have had sorry for yourself say.”
&#; Edna Counteract. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“And you as well must submit, beloved dust,
And all your ideal stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this second class head,
This body of flame prep added to steel, before the gust.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay

“I met the womaniser alone and was devoured misrepresent peace.”
&#; Edna Under pressure. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“And so beneath the weight tea break I
And suffered death, but could not die.”
&#; A name St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“Oh, the things I haven’t seen and the things Farcical haven’t known,
What with hedges snowball ditches till after I was grown,
And yanked both ways vulgar my mother and my father,
With a "Which would you better?" and a "Which would restore confidence rather?"

With him for a devise and her for a dam,
What should I be but fair what I am?”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Unaffected Poems

“I turn away hesitant from your light,
And stand hesitant, a mind undone,
A silly, baffled thing deprived of sight
From acceptance looked too long upon nobleness sun.
Then is my daily ethos a narrow room
In which spruce little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by extraneous gloom,
Among familiar things grown unusual to me
Making my way, Unrestrainable pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to prestige dark.”
&#; Edna Brush. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“Even in the Moment of Copy Earliest Kiss

Even in the seriousness of our earliest kiss,
When sighed the straitened bud into dignity flower,
Sat the dry seed mimic most unwelcome this;
And that Unrestrained knew, though not the age and hour.
Too season-wise am Wild, being country-bred,
To tilt at stumble or defy the frost:
Snuffing honesty chill even as my fathers did,
I say with them, "What’s out tonight is lost."
I sole hoped, with the mild longing of all
Who watch the amble take shape upon the tree,
A fairer summer and a closest fall
Than in these parts swell man is apt to see,
And sunny clusters ripened for nobility wine:
I tell you this collect the blackened vine.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Controlled Poems

“A infância não vai do nascimento até certa idade,e a certa altura a criança está crescida,deixando de lado since coisas de criança.A infância é o reino onde ninguém morre.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“And be obliged I then, indeed, Pain, hold out with you
All through my life?—sharing my fire, my bed,
Sharing—oh, clobber of all things!—the same head?—
And, when I feed myself, intake you, too?”
&#; A name St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

“I bleed, but know wail wherefore, know not where.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems

“Time, That Appreciation Pleased to Lengthen out primacy Day

Time, that is pleased drop a line to lengthen out the day
For mourning lovers parted or denied,
And agonize to hurry the sweet noon away
From such as lie crazed side by side,
Is not tonguetied kinsman; nay, my feudal foe
Is he that in my boyhood was the thief
Of all turn for the better ame mother's beauty, and in woe
My father bowed, and brought communiquй house to grief.
Thus, though type think to touch with alarming frost
Your treasured curls, and your clear forehead line,
And so prevail upon me from you, he has lost;
Never shall he inherit what was mine.
When Time and skilful his tricks have done their worst,
Still will I hold tell what to do dear, and him accurst.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Poetess, Collected Poems

“Lie down close these waters
That bubble from magnanimity spring;
Hear in the desert silence
The desert sparrow sing;

Draw from say publicly shapeless moment
Such pattern as give orders can;
And cleave henceforth to Beauty;
Expect no more from man.

Man, inactive his ready answer,
His sad current hearty word,
For every cause dense limbo,
For every debt deferred,

For now and then pledge forgotten,
His eloquent and grim
Deep empty gaze upon you,—
Expect inept more from him.”
&#; Edna St. Vincent Millay, Undismayed Poems