Vincent Millay
Vincent Millay
wall night men
And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that’s a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women’s ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?
again damn life
Life isn't one damn thing after another. It's the same damn thing again and again.
lying eye dust
She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.
hurt book writing
A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.
rose ifs
I would blossom if I were a rose.
both burns candle friends-or-friendship gives last lovely
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light! Edna St
darkness gently grave quietly
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
might wicked
I've been a wicked girl," said I: "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!
april babbling
April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers.
built houses palace rock safe shining solid ugly
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
heart learn mind pity slow swift
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn / What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
children childhood kingdoms
Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.
grief goes-on forget
Life must go on; I forget just why.
cage cost deaths dried full good held hot kings less lost loved men might nights outlive permitted played proud shall summer value wing words
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;In my own way, and with my full consent.Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarelyWent to their deaths more proud than this one went.Some nights of apprehension and hot weepingI will confess; but that's permitted me;Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keepingRubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.If I had loved you less or played you slylyI might have held you for a summer more,But at the cost of words I value highly,And no such summer as the one before.Should I outlive this anguish-and men do-I shall have only good to say of you.