St. Vincent
St. Vincent
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth28 September 1982
CountryUnited States of America
luxury sometimes
Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.
country rome paris
The younger generation forms a country of its own. It has no geographical boundaries. I've talked with young Hungarians in Budapest, with young Italians in Rome, with young Frenchmen in Paris, and with young people all over. ... These young people are going to do things. They are going to change things.
mean headache sexuality
Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?
giving-up passion self
I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it ...
father littles tasks
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.
life forever goes-on
Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
life eye snow
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
law lambs used
I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.
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.