Vincent Millay
Vincent Millay
travel faithful fabric
The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel!
work people favors
I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.
home saxophone foxes
The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.
pay dies
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.
feet my-own
After the feet of beauty fly my own.
one-thing one-thing-after-another
[L]ife isn't one thing after another, it's the same thing over and over
heart feet mind
It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and start,And it's little I care where my feet go.
love-is slumber meat
Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.
lonely winter bird
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before
singers longing
Longing alone is singer to the lute.
quiet graves quiet-place
A grave is such a quiet place.
love love-is needs
Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
summer littles knows
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
heart heavenly hard
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.