St. Vincent
St. Vincent
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth28 September 1982
CountryUnited States of America
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.
valentine hands mouths
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
voice sea steps
And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.
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.
sweet remembers-you years
But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
valentine men hands
SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.
home saxophone foxes
The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.
pay dies
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.
feet my-own
After the feet of beauty fly my own.
one-thing one-thing-after-another
[L]ife isn't one thing after another, it's the same thing over and over
love-is slumber meat
Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.
lonely winter bird
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before