333 Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay

For my omniscience paid I toll In infinite remorse of soul. All sin was of my sinning, all Atoning mine, and mine the gall Of all regret. Mine was the weight Of every brooded wrong, the hate That stood behind each envious thrust, Mine every greed, mine every lust. And all the while for every grief, Each suffering, I craved relief With individual desire, – Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire About a thousand people crawl; Perished with each, — then mourned for all!

Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead Is great Apollo; and the happier he

On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done

A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.

O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure

Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.