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
song reading eye
Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.
mother daughter heart
I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."
giving-up men land
Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.
inspirational trials absence
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
grief rose tree
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 clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.
truth world alive
Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.
simplicity seems
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
matter ifs
You are loved. If so, what else matters?
fall past night
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
poet darling
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
art philosophy men
There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.
fall dark past
Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.
beautiful years world
Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
heart learning mind
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.