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
hate class people
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
educational lying fall
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.
rain eye kissing
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.
rope world small-words
When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.
flower heart eye
But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.
littles know-me swear
I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.
summer littles knows
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
heart heavenly hard
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
thinking rude manners
Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
ends candle
My candle burns at both ends
beer years skittles
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.
beautiful green golden
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.
spring purpose return
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.
dust long apollo
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he