Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millaywas an American poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her feminist activism. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. The poet Richard Wilbur asserted, "She wrote some of the best sonnets of the century."...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth22 February 1892
CountryUnited States of America
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...
beauty
I am waylaid by beauty.
stones far-away euclid
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.
time iron woods
Time can make soft that iron wood.
wise time heart
l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
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.
beautiful fear fall
Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
body cry longing
For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes.
math euclid sandals
Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.
dog rain school
[on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time.
compassion generosity care
All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed ....
heart littles grows
The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.
freedom hero air
let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air.
beautiful witty intelligent
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.