“Still must the poet as of old,In barren attic bleak and cold,Starve, freeze, and fashion verses toSuch things as flowers and song and you;Still as of old his being giveIn Beauty's name, while she may live,Beauty that may not die as longAs there are flowers and you and song.”
“Still must the poet as of old,In barren attic bleak and cold,Starve, freeze, and fashion verses toSuch things as flowers and song and you;Still as of old his being giveIn Beauty's name, while she may live,Beauty that may not die as longAs there are flowers and you and song.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
“The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“And if I loved you Wednesday well what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished need we say it was no love just because it perished?”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“'Tis not love's going hurts my days but that it went in little ways.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay“It is not true that life is one damn thing after another- it's one damn thing over and over.”
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