St. Vincent
St. Vincent
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth28 September 1982
CountryUnited States of America
running singing bud
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done
death darkness lovely
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.
hard-times jewels lovers
O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure
sports swimming rushing
Marriage...one of the most civilized institutions in the world...But...swimming is one of the most wonderful of sports, and yet there are always some people who cannot swim who insist on going into the water and getting drowned. Many people spoil marriage in a like manner. One should be sure she knows how to be married before rushing into it.
madness mood
That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.
luxury sometimes
Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.
country rome paris
The younger generation forms a country of its own. It has no geographical boundaries. I've talked with young Hungarians in Budapest, with young Italians in Rome, with young Frenchmen in Paris, and with young people all over. ... These young people are going to do things. They are going to change things.
mean headache sexuality
Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?
giving-up passion self
I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it ...
father littles tasks
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.
life forever goes-on
Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
life eye snow
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
law lambs used
I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.
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...