Vincent Millay
Vincent Millay
resigned knows
I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
girl sorry book
So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by -- I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!
god heart fingers
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
heartbreak needs dear
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
hero light air
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
heart air doors
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
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.
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.
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.