“When this book is mould,And a book of manyWaiting to be soldFor a casual penny,In a little open case,In a street unclean and cluttered,Where a heavy mud is spatteredFrom the passing drays,Stranger, pause and look;From the dust of agesLift this little book,Turn the tattered pages,Read me, do not let me die!Search the fading letters, findingSteadfast in the broken bindingAll that once was I!”
“When this book is mould,And a book of manyWaiting to be soldFor a casual penny,In a little open case,In a street unclean and cluttered,Where a heavy mud is spatteredFrom the passing drays,Stranger, pause and look;From the dust of agesLift this little book,Turn the tattered pages,Read me, do not let me die!Search the fading letters, findingSteadfast in the broken bindingAll that once was I!”
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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