St. Vincent
St. Vincent
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth28 September 1982
CountryUnited States of America
thinking clouds remember-you
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.
young fingers born
The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
down-and infinity
I screamed, and--lo!--Infinity Came down and settled over me
education growing-up children
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.
sleep cutting years
Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!
flower cups april
Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
running dream song
Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can be lost?-- Only the sorry cost Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself! The level flood that laves The hot brow And the stiff shoulder Is at our temples now. Gone is the fever, But not into the river; Melted the frozen pride, But the tranquil tide Runs never the warmer for this, Never the colder. Immerse the dream. Drench the kiss. Dip the song in the stream.
shelter
There is no shelter in you anywhere.
beauty beautiful names
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
i-miss-you missing-you broken-heart
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
book thinking people
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.
god sky two
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
nature flower blooming
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
love night light
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!