St. Vincent
St. Vincent
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth28 September 1982
CountryUnited States of America
flower smell rose
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
wine vines lasts
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
eye blow long-grass
Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me
love beautiful dream
You wrote me a beautiful letter, I wonder if you meant it to be as beautiful as it was. I think you did; for somehow I know that your feeling for me, however slight it is, is of the nature of love... When you tell me to come, I will come, by the next train, just as I am. This is not meekness, be assured; I do not come naturally by meekness; know that it is a proud surrender to You.
love thursday wednesday
If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
hate mean equality
Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to man, his right to be himself and free.
funny life damn
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.
age youth aging
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.
love dog men
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.
hate class people
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
garden like-you stalking
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
educational lying fall
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.
breakup sweet lying
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
rain eye kissing
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.