Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millaywas an American poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her feminist activism. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. The poet Richard Wilbur asserted, "She wrote some of the best sonnets of the century."...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth22 February 1892
CountryUnited States of America
heart ledges littles
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
freedom hero air
let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air.
matter transport train
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
memories moon men
Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees,-- Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned...
death blessed cutting
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
queens lace looks
Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
heart sides world
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
hands sky reaching-up
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
song age dying
Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.
believe ideas progress
Progress-progress is the dirtiest word in the language-who ever told us- And made us believe it-that to take a step forward was necessarily, was always A good idea?
sorrow littles sin
I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.
war thinking sides
We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.
done strange moments
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.
time iron woods
Time can make soft that iron wood.